hey how you there. ive been off awway on a decay, runnin way, givin way ,get'n high askin why, not knowin the limits. i am trying to regain that focus. the shit that is hocus pocus. makes us toke it, smoke it, burn white rock, love sugaa. i hear crazy music that moves my insides fast, makes my hands do the crazy types, or is that the crazy inside that i let in with every intake. flying to the sky drawin the sunrise sunset. those mistyful colors that luminate the start and end of each day. we begin with a color and end with a color.