no vision are low vision a rush of precisions my decision I'm hot butter like in a division slow collision potential intro low flo out for mo tho its more doe. steps away from a no no I blow like joe tho just to stay staflo . if they saY so . I'll be an identical hobo . A Fucking hobo. even if him kno. I'm fosho tho out the door. the lighter in my console a sip of punch so I can flavor my notes hoe . old Hoe Bond not but not Def so . I'm a clelptoe of myself hoe . ( Man I Don't kno.) for the info a painted snow to a coco face the taste the basic of the opera becomes a window shoppa with no show of the choppas mentally rachet of who being the poppa there go the hell of tha copas. with no helicopter a zoo of bellifoppas asking who can stop us . the doctors who got us but not . WITHOUT me so ......( Man I Dont KNO). So if him kno. well than we kno I'm suggesting to sta. it's a fa' sho sho running retro in fetch to caught a hoe tho folk a slow Polk i confess I'm no joke. it's that at most to see to be me . I Go Go it's a foo foo I'm tilt in my seat with it in the floor tho but if him don't kno tho. (Man I Don't Kno.)