03 March, 2013

Little printed, fake-plastic Trees...


An online moniker, used in local austin bulletins, "Moved to California", was decided to be keeped. A controversy of not understanding, these imaginary little lines (as Hunter might say) scattered across some all-knowed-it country. California, then VS here:

Returning to my car, some twenty-long hours later (yes, an uncharged machete); your shaking acquaintance, neither sure how we be gotten, here. Aspirins scattered about in wreckless attempts to more further implicate; lighters missing, a tooled trade. Not consenting while watching this all slip by, naming tools (and their purposes), hardly able to get a word further in; overhearing you snicker to your rookie "I only knew to look because he said his 'lawyer had advised me to not answer that question' so I knew!" Yes, laughing, smiling knowing all would be swell.

This policed state Drug War costing $82,000,000,000 every single year, where-as-in California "Be on your every way, good sir." /

For less than one gram [.035 ounces]...
Just think about that.

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