chillin up on the rooftops smoking mega menthol flaming green tobacco and joking back and forth in silly voices. I wonder if a cigarette filter flicked from this height would pierce a skull like a bullet? that would be badass.
My life feels like playing with puzzle pieces.
(I keep grabbing handfuls of the pieces and throwing them around the room and stomping on them and never actually putting anything together cause fuck this shit it's more fun to make messes.)