Spahk

Ive given it alot of thought.
And ive found a conclusion.
Its a secret.

I'm chilling like a scarecrow looking for some brain.

I didn't realise people actually like our blog.

Follow me on Twitter: LoveLiveEight.

That's only if you say interesting things.

There are mad lames out there.

My vandal skills are increasing.

I'm a bomber, fuck it though.

L. Harris is sleeping as I'm typing this.

I have paint all over my hands.

I'm making a list of things I want to buy before I die.

You're on the list.

I showed up to Yarrows three times.

I came home empty handed three times.

I needed caps.

Bombing Science it is.

Abe was SAUCED on his Born Day.

That's my nigga though.

When I get a camera it it OVER.

I want to be a music producer.

That's real talk.

I also want to chop and screw songs.

Need an essay done?

$5 per paragraph and you get a surefire B+.

Chris Brown is innocent.

Yes, I said it.

I need to find the movie Gummo.

Hit me up if you know where I can get it.

This is an apology.

After receiving complaints

and having a stroke of genius last night.

The blog will be fixed and updated daily.

We are well on our way

to branching out into clothing

as well as many other projects.

I apologize for my laziness.

-Elle.

Love,
Villain.

The Funk.

People.