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Why? Why must I wait for inspiration. Why must i wait for it to come by an outaide force. Outside from me rather than within me. If inspiration comes from within than why are my insides not coming out. Is it the explorations i seem to put value on are not coming as with the happening surroundings of my life like id wish for them to be. Or im not noticing them? Unnoticed because seen as inconsequntial to be worth noting? Does a buncha cool shit happen in my day that i fail to notice as of consequence for rad, or do i actually not male any worth shit happen so therfor it is totally unhappened?
Well. I woke up late at aiaxs. On her. Uch while everyone at the house was at work. Then walked out toward silverlake. Had an eggroll on the way then walked to Akbar, hoping to meet dyies none were there except tor homo dicos and then alph came after a whipe with his bronfriends and his brother. We drank a lot then had pizza i tapked without caribng just bout whatever i wanted and was listened to then thomas rode me home and im here. Oh and i noticed how i talk after a jpoint. I had one hit and got super high im high now. Ots pleasent. Invoyt loose enuff to talk without my brain intergecting and saying i suck a lot. Id like weed a hit a day.
Or for social settings.
Im at my moms now in the couch bed. Super stealthily sneaked in.they likely didnt head me come in. Inhave couches to sleedp on all pver thisncity. Muahahahaha.inwant a supple breast and cunt to suck on that wants go have in the morong too. Hefe. And pheampans. And sexy eyes that want me and calls and txts in the moan askin where ive been and wanting to see me later gere. Now. In sillakeke!! Manifest. Manifest. Manifest!
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