am i wrong?
the weed is called champagne, and the sunhine "won't, can't, and it don't stop..."
im off to grab pier-beer, and maybe play pinball, and i derno... sometimes we forget we live at the beach, and we're like, "oh whoa! shitballs!!!!" because it's never old or cliche. the ocean will cheer you up, and make you feel all in tune with mother earth, like some kinda buddha monk. if i didn't snap myself back into reality, i would prolly be hiding in the brush, whittling on a piece of bamboo.
i feel so wonderfully jazzed about my personal constitution, and i want to just vibe you all with my smiley tude.
now flap your arms like a chicken and kick up some dirt, because it's a hodown in this motherfucker, and you just got invited.
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