As I watch you prance your soft hoved spotty galloping ass across the Interstate it makes me flashback. Flashback to the time your distant cousin spiraled sideways against my car right before I saw your brother chill'n/running through a open field of deforestation. All these thoughts make me wonder if your worth a bong rip or should holding back in your presence be more accepting? I know you were here first but can I make you into a nice headband or even the most tasty of tasty STEW? I will let you dwindle on all of the above but remember... Life goes in AnyOrder so run a lil faster & stay away from headlights - Diva
