Down 2nd ave to the marathon.
To myself. Listening to myself rock out with my cake lit, dancing like my own birthday was in question.
You can only send emails to yourself from here on in.
Guests for dinner weekly?
Back that shit up
Sake of the music
Gold 2015 Smith and out.
Washed white as 5 pointz
Student: Do you believe in life after death?
Burroughs: how do you know you haven't already died?