...and that isn't even what it is though. I keep inhaling but life is stagnant. Never predict to foresee the future in which Gary Busey is overlord of a midwest strip mall. I thought I was the one to hold my g/f high into the sky, causing a ceiling fan to play drums with her tits....boy was I wrong....wrong indeed. Thoughts?
This is a test and a riddle. Fuck, someone solve it, I can't figure it out. My analysis isn't good enough.