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i was racing down the freeway at 115 mph, the sky was like a giant concrete ceiling.
.. wait, im getting ahead of myself.
last week my cousin paul picked me up and we got but drunk. then we got some pretty kick ass shrooms. i remember the bathroom in the apartment reminding me of this scene of silent hill.
the next day we dropped acid.
the day after (the 4th of july) we got some REALY good shrooms.
the next day was fast day of drinking, smoking, and an ok party, except for the part were the cholo pulled out a gun and shot someone. i took off like a negro running from child support.
well right after that i had to be in mexico in and hour and a half.
so there i was, determined to get to mexico, like my sperm shooting down a vulva.
i was followed by a cop for a long time. which freaked me out cause we had a quarter ounce of shrooms and a lot of weed and tequilla in the car.
im tired as fuck, and im on my lunch break from work
lately everytime i eat i feel sick. i hate it.
you called me last night. i didnt want you to know how happy that made me. cant let you know you still have that effect of me, or what other effects youve had on me. if you knew half the things i go through, i think youd cry.
its times like this im glad your dont read this anymore
.. wait, im getting ahead of myself.
last week my cousin paul picked me up and we got but drunk. then we got some pretty kick ass shrooms. i remember the bathroom in the apartment reminding me of this scene of silent hill.
the next day we dropped acid.
the day after (the 4th of july) we got some REALY good shrooms.
the next day was fast day of drinking, smoking, and an ok party, except for the part were the cholo pulled out a gun and shot someone. i took off like a negro running from child support.
well right after that i had to be in mexico in and hour and a half.
so there i was, determined to get to mexico, like my sperm shooting down a vulva.
i was followed by a cop for a long time. which freaked me out cause we had a quarter ounce of shrooms and a lot of weed and tequilla in the car.
im tired as fuck, and im on my lunch break from work
lately everytime i eat i feel sick. i hate it.
you called me last night. i didnt want you to know how happy that made me. cant let you know you still have that effect of me, or what other effects youve had on me. if you knew half the things i go through, i think youd cry.
its times like this im glad your dont read this anymore