SupremeDreamer19 Jun 2004

Nag, nag, nag, nag. Wanna party with Clint Eastwood and some Hells Angels out in the Arizona desert, right by route 69 and the devils path? We're gonna barbecue with an indian guide and a pound of peyote to boost after the shrooms wear off, and maybe we'll be indulgent in our stupor and spray up some graffito over these brown, dusty, dull rocks-- grand canyons need some fuckin color duntcha think? I do. What do you say? You down? Eh? I could hook you up with a Harley Punk too since your all down on love, love,-- I'll do the drugs, you handle the emotion, K?.