I don't normally do my marching in the 1 on 1 boards but I figured that you're if in the town there's no reason not to walk along every street. I got hairs on my chin, my chest, my ears and my eyes. Ignoring my, motherfucking. yeti legacy I'm an adult. All grown and eaten my vegetables.

I can't rap out roles with people that I ain't, motherfucking. chilling and spilling the wicked words with, so if you want a silent solution to the problem of solo tooting then I ain't your wired wanderer. If you're looking to chillax harder than a hippie that fell out of his ship in an expedition to the south pole then grab you're wallet, sister. Because I'm motherfucking, product and parcel.

Some of my online orators say that I like to use my mouth muscle to try and play musical flutes on, motherfucking. the keyboard. Some like it and some don't. Some of my kindreds ears ain't too tuned to the leap of language that stampede out every now and then. I'm, motherfucking. ok with extrapolation the exposition for you if you're having more pain than a loyal PC user who found out his school uss only, motherfucking. macs getting what I'm saying. Just clap.



If you feeling my fiasco and wanna trumpet the band, come on down to my PM box and take your concepts out your socks. If you wanna negotiate some shit I said here, I'm always ears and eyes out for some change and shimmer from the preset.

Oh, and key motto for when with me

No rush, no obligation.

I ain't into stress test and playing punch the person. I won't rush shit, this isn't the sewage department. We can do jack and motherfucking. just play freezer with some good old OOC chatter. I'm always open to talk and telecommute with a fellow kindred.