"How many motherfuckers that smoke?". [Inhales]. Who got some chronic in this motherfucker?. Gilla House!. [Barking]. "That sounds good". One-Deuce. .
Insanity is filling me with unreality. My mind is a it of morbid fantasy. The more my mind wanders. The more I indulge of a fantasy so un-utterable. The more real it becomes.