Peacebaby: The quiet, share deep thoughts, loving drunk. The kind of drunk that manages to get everybody sorted out. Even the three guys flaked out asleep on the lawn.
Onewithsoul: Let's go on a mission drunk.
that's my kinda talk, brotha
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?