If trust was titties, I’d open my mouth. My Thoughts are on Rum. That’s why I don’t trust ’em… for now. Like a one night stand, I just let them come..and watch em flood my sheets. Then hope they remember me. Since we talkin’ abut my thoughts I just hope I remember them. Prelude to a Blunt… The procession of a Poem. It’s coming.. -Hrsh R.