I smoke my weed, eat my cheese cut my coke and watch my screens grow fatter by the day and higher into the night and puzzle over whether this be the dream?
I slip into Ebonics more and more these days, so this is giving up, turning in, Friday night dinner at the grocers, movie out a vending machine; just cuz I don t feel like streaming tonight. Succumbing to the age, absent of grace, devoid of any discernible talents, hanging on a wage, maybe still scribble out a page, cipher out a tweet, chirping: I'm still young, only half believing that perhaps this be fun.
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