The land of the free.
Pot, fire arms, and nerve gas.
They're all at Walmart.
I can't even find one fucking hit of acid. Should have moved to Amersterdam or maybe San Francisco. Or moved to South America to take yopo up the old Jewish schnoz. Craving new universes to explore and recite bad poetry to.
, by Darth Whorendous of Vogon fleet poetry reading
October 5, 2020 8:16 pm ET