fact of the matter i be Joe Cool crack a straw in a camels back drink a gallon of water Get Grown that fucka Frak the stone to hustlers crack i mean real physical tough leather in general thirst quenchin ya schedule its class in session cop a flask and weed blessin dissolve some mental tension evolve like cock erection and explore the safe passages floor to face canvases core to base scavangers we all dig deep pockets and stall to speak proper on call to be imposters yall flaws is Jeeeez walkin softly on broken glass thats hopes in tokin ad's afloat but foldin fast exposed to chosen paths eyes froze paralyzed collide close deny them sly crows but why then "i suppose" im still a beast laid back in a hammock for weeks H back goin bananas in streaks and yes the hammer is leashed but dont risk it i flow briscuit bar-b-que beef fisted starve and move lean bizness its common knowledge i prose to potter scholars the grove is gardened dollars thats madison square high chair feedin these cats this evening with Frak you get the new meaning of sac thats big balls gorilla godzilla lined pillar and all signed filter withdraw my autograph is that awesome math stoned and tell joss to get off my nads ya dig it!!!
"dude, the only thing i fear is your hair cut.. what is that a mop glued to your head? come on man... style up."-Bartek
all across ya forhead and cheek bones...i break facials and reconstruct beauty to ugly...im an artist mang...Lincoln Picasso Van Gogh