

smokees in tha panek roomhuntsmokees in tha panek room
four silents in the midst of nothingnis in a dark room
like soliery confinment i choze myself
to get away frum it all panek no panek in the panek room
i spild musterd wile eeting a smokee with musterd on it well no musterd anymore
becawse i spild it
wernt you paying atenshun? you never do you only do to that crasy broonet
i scream panek no panek in the panek room
wy cant you be like the uthers frea frum all those munkese on yur bak thay look
by `lolita-art
by =Onyria
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Life is what you make of it.
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Life is what you make of it.
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End hunger;
End sadness.
Love you gallery, mostly those brightly saturated pictures.
I'll be
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