car window manually rolls down slow, revealing a dude with a macrame sweater vest and naugahyde pants. he pulls slow on a clove cig, you hear the jangle of magnetic copper bracelets and his right hand comes up slowly, holding a fair-trade produced AK-48 that uses recycled aluminum bullets, and gunpowder made with hemp and seaweed extracts.

he squints his cruelty free bath and body works egyptian eye-linered eyes as clouds of co-op produced dro smoke escape the high gas mileage whip and takes aim at Suge. "this is for G.O.O.D. music he screams in falsetto", squeezing the bamboo trigger, but he's distracted by the last second by a soul sistah with an impossibly big natural reciting badu album lyrics in spoken word cadence, causing his aim to be less than true.

"shit", he says, as the rap mogul grimmaces and clutches his large leg in pain. he attempts to fire another shot but the environmental safety is on, informing him that a second shot would have harmful effects on the ozone.

he speeds away at a mileage-optimal 37.5 mph, getting 51 mpg in the process...


peace & blessings,

x.

sigless for the summer, y'all.