A girl who lives her named Onna was cooking bacon at the stove. The dude I share a room with, Wyät was using whipped cream as
shaving cream. Man is he stoned. I walk outside to the garden where I find Derek picking beets, "sup brah" he looks super chill but
something about is just really wack dog. I try to say something back but.... I just couldn't find the words. I nod grimace and walk
away. I grab some losers bike and hit the rode. For good this time. To get some milk. And them go back home. The store was
packed, so like that's cool. I skip over to the milk place and look around for a good solid nice couple minutes then get some whole
malk and go to check out, Fauncy was working today. "Hey Fauncy, what's up?" She looks cold. "I'm busy Walter," no shit man your
bagging my malk. I pay and leave. I biked home and I saw 2 dogs. This day is blessed. I told wyàt. He said "how" I replied "hey
man wanna go swimming in the lake? 凸^-^凸" we walk down to the lake and jumped in. Never been here before....
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Very Extreme
PoetryThe life and times of a young human bean who is very extreme..... ˊ_>ˋ