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All we are is crust in the wind

By ill blitz in your mouth at 2007-10-28 | Romance | Printable version

I wake up to a luscious biscuit roasting in my toilet, i forgot to flush last night. out from my bathroom also known as the little town of richard scary a horrific smell lurks into to my presence a sent so distinguished so graceful it made my lips chap on contact and there is nothing better. i walk into my bathroom to find a well sculpted beach chillin in my toilet i swear the was a shell in there  i flush my art work down the toilet like i do about 4 to 5 times every day after that i proceed to sleep on my bathroom floor to make people think im showering but i blow my spot when the showers still running 2 hours later and i have marks all over my face from the towels i laid on the floor then i proceed to walk into my room and its like a sauna cause all the steam from the shower billowed out into my room and because of all the steam i begin to act like im in a war movie i crawl around my rug acting like im being shot at when of course some one has to place a perfect grenade that sends me flying into a pile of clothes that havent been washed since 1906 then i end up waking up 9 hours later day wasted and the shower still running oh what a day ill love it forever