I’m sitting here thinking about using weed as incense as these two guys next to me treat getting a joint out of a backpack like a covert military operation. We’re at a Sia concert at golden gate park. I think you’re good.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.