They want to stop me with bells-on (I had a little of this with my TBI...)
And stop you, too, who- a ghost,
lasting big bruise, tobacco chewed
loaded cheeks of icky sipped spit
and street-racing on pink slips
stink drips, yeah, might a write more-
being for all the girls world’s whores
and to IMPLORE what cookies at the store
I would rather have American MMJ Cookies!
Instead I have small amounts of CBD in gummies my parents bring me, that I appreciate their help, here 3.5 hours away from my real "Home"!!!!!


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