yellow bug melodys

a poem by "hila da killa" and "Jeff"

two times ten is 85 and dreams you had will come true.

there is purple on my foot.

and I seen Kustar in a purple shirt right down the street, before we smoke this weed.

listening to Jewel helps too!

now i'm learning before it was only the intoxicated drunken fools.

never apologize for partying (or dancing).

don't apologize, just move your dancing feet; have smiles for miles, as long as you don't have visions from these trees.

it doesn't matter what, just be good at what you think.

start thinking enough and you realize this falls apart in tripped out dreams.

KARMA WILL FIND YOU!

the end is the start for you!