people call me weird they say imma misfit when I split my cigarillos I feel them w incense. say it doesn't make sense.. they call themselves my friends... the story's kinda long don't know where to begin... like a loose end.. or spin the bottle with your friends.. aiming for a rise of surprise with suspense, so I pretend! like I get through life by keeping up my chin, walking lifes dotted lines.. they transparent and thin loopholes, limits, success, finish, run this life back just like a RUN ON SENTENCE, bounce it back n fourth like a game of tennis, cockstrong like Popeye GIMME THE SPINACH!!! Wildin out character.. like goofy animated dude in toons call me looney, cuz like the acme dynamite blowing up in the movies, I be high on cloud 9 when I'm chiefin on my toonchie