Goddamn.
You might have had a point.
Potential realized. I see it now, not fuzzy or with critique. A moment of feigned…what? What? A moment of feigned something
We have a mutual understanding or I had an understanding of you. Blink, glimpse, gone.
SOB with me
Your Sympathies:
CopyScape
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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May 8, 2012 at 10:01 pm
Patrice Lynne Young
Nah – don’t like pot. Makes me sleepy. “Course I haven’t had any in 40 years or so. But I am still sleepy. Love you.
May 10, 2012 at 11:49 am
Leigh Binder
I wanted to write something but then I remembered I have nothing to say!!!
Okay, Tom rocks and then he gets stoned and falls off his horse…
How do I know this? I watched him from his next door neighbors house in Malibu! I love Tom…
Bubble bubble bubble
May 21, 2012 at 10:35 am
valbrussell
Weed, pot, doobie, joint, roach, MJ, cannabis, herb, grass. So many names for a slender cigarette that is either lethal or a god send depending on who you ask. As for Tom Petty, he talks shit that makes sense occasionally. As for you my sweet ML, you are sometimes oblivious to the concern and love that others have for you——–>Me and if it takes some pot and Tom Petty to show you this, then don’t bogart that joint my friend and pass it over to me. xx