just found a santa cruz tree leaf that has peace signs and swirls all over it. hello souvenir.

if i was crying
in the van
with my friends
it was for freedom
from myself and
from the land
i made a lot of mistakes
in my head
in my head


i could definitely go for some pita bread hummus and the most amazing trader joe's organic apple juice in the world. it has to have some kind of addictive substance in it. no jizzoke. i skipped class too. it's nice when you have people to sign you in. i wake up thinking about it. i go to sleep thinking about it. i play the above song first chance every time. maybe some afroman. maybe some eazy e. yeaaaaah colt 45

said colt forty-five and two zigzags baby thats all we need
we can go to the park, after dark
smoke that tumbleweed
and as the marijuana burn we can take our turn
singin' them dirty rap songs
stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong
and sell tapes from here to hong kong
so roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell flyin' through palmdale
skatin' on jagged rims
so roll, roll, the '83 cadilaac coupe deville
if my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will



LIFE IS SO FUCKING AMAZING RIGHT NOW. NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY WORLD.