Rotten ideas are not a means of existence. Drunk from all the beer and barbecue in addition to all the sun and herb we smoked, i stare into the air. Lost meaning to what i was to do. Did I not care anymore for the later? How great would that be? To not care about what is to happen in the moments of tomorrow. But can I borrow anymore wasted fucking time? I don't think I can and although many people see me as not shy at all, I truly am. This is a thing that must change and I've been able to do so before. Time is not to be wasted anymore. I am here to live to love to hate and to continue to have passion for existence. This is my time and where i am is my world and there ain't shit that can stop me. Aces high.