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48 hours in the life of a Marijuanero Waiting on the pier in San Marcus. (12:30 pm) The dog that bit me on the nose, improvisation at Andie and Scott’s […]
And the difference between prose and verse goes to?
48 hours in the life of a Marijuanero Waiting on the pier in San Marcus. (12:30 pm) The dog that bit me on the nose, improvisation at Andie and Scott’s […]
I know of no better way to relax than to relax. I know of no better way to make a mad woman madder than to tell her that she’s mad […]
I was lying down, wasted, it was 6 am and the sun was coming out over the as of yet dark waters of Atlantis, lake Atitlan. I had been up […]
When you first hear tell of the Trojan horse, you are quickly led to believe that the Trojans were nothing better than bumbling children, or at least machinations of a […]