drug ref, embarrassing truths about myself
i swear it's biological, once the soil hits a certain temperature or something i start daydreaming about throwing a frisbee and sharing spliffs with strangers. i remember i like widespread panic. i go to put a koozie in my back pocket and find there's one already there.
my inner jam-band himbo emerges like a firefly
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