<p>The waves are ridden. Big shredders. Your face meets mine.  We kiss under the beaming glow of Trump tower.  We never see each other again.  For shame.</p>

The waves are ridden. Big shredders. Your face meets mine. We kiss under the beaming glow of Trump tower. We never see each other again. For shame.

Catch Me

I smoke a joint on my couch and talk to myself. That's it. Don't look for any deeper meaning or anything. Is this content? I don't know. I will not acknowledge this if you bring it up. I will pretend like I have no idea what you’re talking about. Just let it be. Ok, I'll talk to you later. I hope you're doing better.

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