We drink the colors from the sky. We inhale the sun; we exhale its light. Infatuation fills your lungs. Open your eyes and swallow the sun. We illuminate the sky by parachuting light, above the ocean breathing tides. Infatuation leaves your lungs. Close your eyes, shut out the sun. The death of a day. The birth of a night. We take situations and turn them into explanations. Hello mystic man, what's this I hear about you being able to reach god's ear? Hello, mystic man? DONT LIKE ME?? EAT ME.Im a sarcastic blunt asshole.
and i LOVE it.Lets Party : ]People who are meant to be together always find their way in the end.DANCE DANCE :}Gauges keep gettin bigger :]
7/8..im proud
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these boys are the shit.
