in the trust that we mapped out in my bed.
these guys fucking rule.
they were my clutch last year and i miss them. listen through, it will love you at the end.
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- yesssssssssssssss.
- the beauty in noise, light and color.
- gets it goin a little.
- None of this will ever surface again.
- so hot. vant to touch.
- thou shall not comit adult hood
- hoppy kids.
- just another freak in the freak kingdom
- alive and well
- brain on paper
- fucking blinkers
- Out of gas. Out of road.
- High Mouth
- Well happy fucking congratulations.
- hard.bed.
- DISCONNECT
- fuck yes.
- Real life Flinstone!
- Lonj-ih-tood.
- Feelin' lost
- So much
- eat me for brunch
- feeel THIS.
- Go higher.
- whoa-ho.
- Some snaps from above
- Jesse Kuhn
- I really want to do just what my body wants to
- groove meh.
- play, float, and enjoy.
- Moe-bile up-loads (of the deceased and destined)
- Sometimes i feel like i'm almost gone
- Weasels and Orphans
- exit.
- Manu Chao
- Sand and nd d
- Exploration
- the beauty in every inch
- Victor Moscoso
- Milton Glaser
- handy-dandy notebook
- Pleasing pleasing pleasing
- Theres a hole
- Rubber Johnny.
- Noice.
- In Heaven!
- gamble away my fright.
- Turn a past and pending square
- Other snippits.
- you made me eeenk.
- bike! vinyl! birth!
- Dont stop fighting til they know you.
- damp green
- did you take all this acid?
- Shnippity-shnip, wif shome shnap.
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