ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ 04 ᴀɴᴅ 15 ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ, ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜꜱᴇꜰᴜʟ.
𝓢𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 �…
THIS IS MY THRONE MY CHAIR MY STOOL
WE GOT GUNS IN [Reality.]
i LOVE UN GRAFITIFY!!!
i can smell a mirror man from a mile away