Latest Activity: Played The Company of Myself (Nov 18, 2013 11:59am)
Points needed for next level: 222 Level
young money! the nightmare, plastic column of fetid black iridescence, oozed tightly onward through its fifteen-foot weave, spitting unholy rhymes and driving before it a spiral, rethickening cloud of pallid ass hoes. It was a terrible, indescribable thing vaster than any Hollygrove hood rat in a shapeless congeries of protoplasmic bathing apes, faintly self-luminous, and with myriads of temporary gang signs forming and unforming as pustules of greenish weed smoke blazed all over the tunnel-filling front that bore down on us, crushing the frantic busters and slithering over the bumpin floor that it and its kind had swept so evilly free of all haters. Still came that eldritch, mocking cry: ‘A Mil-li! A Mil-li! A Mil-li! A Mil-li!’"