hav been spendin late nights out of da prison cell.
non stop beating of da turn-table.
endless grindin with uncountable male species.
racing through da expressways with mister racer.
hah.
going for this retarded camp.
ima retard la.
that's y i call this camp a retarded one.
will b MIA for awhile.
missin my wife alrdy.
yearning to smell mister racer's aroma.
`amazing!*