Monday, December 23, 2013

we smoked a phat jay in the room



ameslari + JMBG

I want to go outside
I want to know what your eyes are saying
I want to explode into 17,111 pieces while feeling ‘so good’
I want to take a hot bath
I want to escort a photography team to Pablo Escobar’s secret hippo jungles and then publish them into National Geographic and blow the check on fine cocaine
I want to learn to shut up
I want to reshingle my Dad’s roof
I want to know you
I want to graduate college and buzz my head
I want to explore and understand the world
I want to puzzle myself into a corner with weed, wine, and women all of my days.