hey You, get off my cloud!
No clouds of snuffy bliss. not yet not yet. i ain't all thinking like that.
First off.
GO TO WOOSTER. now. come back when you're done looking at the hottest 2 days worth of posts.
Amazing, right? That Toronto paste is dope-as. Rub it on your skin like lotion. Banksy is throwin like Banksy does. It'll be nice to see him spread some love in LA. That graff culture is so gang-related from back in the day. Feel the roots. Space Invader from Rubiks Cubes? That just killllllllls, it's so stupid-cool.
If I ever have kids, that little Fia will be a close second to how adorable my spawn will be photographed into whatever city's graffiti. I'm going to dress them all crazy too, like it's a high joke/commentary on their little society. If you see my seed in overpriced slave-labor threads, come to me, look me in the eyes, take my hand and smack the taste out my mouth, please. it's ok. I know I can drift. Wake me, help me send my money to One or help somewhere close to me and my city.
FYI I certainly am listening to 'Method Man' from the Wu debut.
xtra gangsta. feel free to FF through the first 1:08 if you're feeling soft.
all gemini, all the time.
Pass me that White Owl, son.
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Okay, here's the thing. You get to dress them until about age 3 and then they dress themselves. SO you only get to choose what you will pay for & bring into the house, not what they will wear and how they piece together outfits. My girls come up with some crazy shit, and as long as I don't have to do the work of dressing them it is okay by me. Even the home-made bug antennae.
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