Inner Dick Shun

If bananas sell for a cent a pound and coca for two dollars, which would you plant? You too can be a Bolivian for a day but your lungs are on their own, intial here, here, and here. Lien that. Train graf and a half smoke behind the ear, running from the walking waving lights and the shillelaghs, popping bands for mystery, the smell of small corpses and their states; perfect chunking, homesick rocks.