warning this is going to be a babble post. things have a way to be really sureal i dont know how to explane it but it just seems like everything that happens is a dream that its shit ive made up in my head im not always fucked up when i think of this it just feels that way, yesterday i was riding the bus with will and i was stoned this lady gets on the bus with her kid and hes in a stroler and hes got blankets covering him hes in the little nest...a bubble its all his world its how i feel like this is my world ive become god of my own realitiy i can do anything now. <3will.