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Am I a cloud in the Sky?
Blown by the wind.
Up so high...
Maybe it's why I like the rain so much.
It brings me back down to earth.
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Aite so I gotta write this down cuz it's hella trippy. I woke up just now from the most cracked out dream I had in hella days. So apparently Bryce, Tiff, and I were off to see a movie at some fancy big movie theater. Somehow, I got to control the light up neon sign outside (That said 'adderall' btw) and I could play around with the colors and the luminosity of the sign. It was all rainbows and shit. Were all talking and shit about why I post things on my blog cuz no one reads this shit andyway and I like my intellectual property and shit. We were drinkin and driving and we all got fucking wasted and I passed out. I wake up and Bryce is parked on the side of the road and he's all got his face in his hands. Tiff is looking kinna pissed. I think like, oh shit I gotta jet cuz I have to fix the lights on the neon sign, that i fucked up, and now hella people are gonna see this jacked up sign. So I tell Bryce that and he's all like Oh shit, oh my god. And this creepy ass cop come up CHP status and I'm like fuuuuck Bryce is looking hella wasted right now. My dumbass yells at Bryce and was all like "Bryce we have beer and bud in the trunk!" The CHP guy comes and is right next to the window, takes one look at all of us, and I'm like Hello officer. Tiff is looking out the side and Bryce is tryna explain shot but starts crying. I'm still fucking pissed cuz I gotta get back to fix the sign, and that Bryce has like hella cases of beer in the trunk. The officer circles the car and yells some randomass gibberish into his ear, and he circles a couple more times when I realize it's Vietnamese(?) And I'm trippin out cuz the cop is fucking radio-ing for reinforcements in Vietnamese. I'm hella thinking we're gonna get busted and I'm gonna have a fucking criminal record. So the CHP walks back to his car and gets in on the radio. I'm like shiiiiit, he's not coming, FLOOR THAT SHIT BRYCE! And we floor it, and somehow we're close to Fremont. And I tell him to take Automall parkway this one exit but Bryce is still hella wasted and fucking rails the car along the wall. We go along the wall and hit a dead end and I yell turn that shit around man its that lane! And we get on our way and I go like "SEE Bryce, you gotta listen to me more often!" Tiff just sits there and yea.
WTF...
So I typed that RIGHT after I woke up. Now I'm back, and I'm over my down so I actually make sense. Addy is helllla trippy. I swear, no more 90 mls in 2 days. That's fucking overkill D:
...I wonder who's going to read this...
And the wind brought Clive @ 3:24 PM
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