Oh mailbox, you understand me.

Which is good because you're a figment of my imagination.


<3

so deeeeeeeeeep

LIKE A PUDDLE.

Sounds like you had one hell of an evening!

Any night were I get to eat donuts is one hell of a night.

Wanna smoke another bowl of "tobacco"?

Silly fool, all I smoke is tobacco.

:3c

Wanna smoke another bowl of "tobacco"?

And then I was Sagan

wait...

All day erry day

ERRY DAY I'M SHUFFLIN'

Gurren Sagan
"All the lights in the sky are stars... and all of them have the potential for life"
"A more glorious dawn awaits... in the tomorrow we'll grasp for ourselves with this hand!!"

Mushrooms grow on poop - how's that for circular.
Hope you've been well, I heard some nonsense this past weekend about virtual burning and deleting, and I just kept stitching. I'd have loved to cigar and chat, but orders awaited my finesse. The postman's hating me this week, for making them work so hard. <---*LIE - they don't care*

I needed to learn Hyper a lesson.

I learned him gud.

I realized that... I need to respect yo shit...

So now we gotta rebuild... first thing...

OBSIDIAN BATTLE ARENA!!!

Then, no more break yo stuff...

Painting with these colors of the wind, motherfucker.

I never understood that lyric. Wind don't have color.

...Or maybe I'm just not stoned enough.

Perhaps? Those native Americans had all sorts of herbal smokes.. she was talking to a goddamned tree!

I wanna talk to a tree. :(


TELL ME YOUR SEEECRIITTTSSSS

Some call it salvia. It makes wind have colors.

Sugar overdose. This shit is strong, yo. :E

We're calling weed sugar now?

I don't know, you were mentioning these donuts. :O

Empty as your soul... mean gator person...

*Dubs steps in your heart*

I WUB YOU THOUGH!

talk to me sometime... k?