Anti abandons the internet.

it's finally over, thank fucking god.

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

hey fags, i'm high, and you're not as content as i am. i'm the satisfied-anator.

at least now that i'm rocking california's finest. deadly green speers, frosty with illa to the thrilla qualities. ahhh...

arizona's shwag was good enuff though... once we got the seeds out. and plus we were desperate out there in that stupidly-hot place we found ourselves.

but it's allll, "fuck it till tomorrow..." styles.

then my dumbass hits up Casa Palida and forgets that if you eat too much mexican food, you can barely move or talk or anything after.

now i'm gonna smoke a million cigarettes at a time, and laugh like a mad scientist into the sky.

or maybe howl like i'm a wolf-man.

whitey moved to santa cruz today and i tricd to steal his conch shell... i'd rock the hizzouse with that shit. all you lord of the flies piggy motherfuckers would be coming corroct. ain't no half steppin...

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