Showing posts with label must know how hard it was not to say afrohemian rhapsody. Show all posts
Showing posts with label must know how hard it was not to say afrohemian rhapsody. Show all posts

Thursday, December 10, 2009

this that lights

i'm rollin boss up <-- tall order

still tippin (on finals), wrapped (in finals) or what? this sad old chode mole hill of a monument needs polishing (with any luck, american airlines flight 305253 will suffer some injury that demands emergency deployment of landing gear in a costco parking lot [toggle: deli mustard, onions, coca cola classic, remorse at putting money in that pocket, resolve to elect to henceforth occasion one on each return home as exclusive license to slave-driver patronage privilege, sigh, providentially straightened back, valor and renown (data_set_label__)] + [toggle: presence of mind to call "shotgun" (data_set_label__)] so, after running up a tab of 20some chuch plays alone this morning on the ipod, i'll tell you what is shabazz palaces

panther brat podcast from a hidden location as read by jack nicholson and harry belafonte to the stylings of vision questing, peruvian-reared nature walk girl talk with the obnoxious lopped off and and a fist grown where it was, fully informed by her childhood fantasy to be native, fully entered into the dragon

you could get with this


has weezy ever revealed what his real dad looks like?