street cred and temporary tattoos
no one believed him when he said he almost got to second base with Suzy that night when her dad forgot his wallet and had to turn back the hickey he so proudly displayed on his inner thigh looked oddly suspicious it was comfortably in range of his mouth besides his morbid fear for needles and goats it lacked a certain credibility like his temporary tattoo that started out as a blazing skull ending up a limp koi fish
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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