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Hey man, I'm a total square, and taint' nothing wrong with that. Drinking is for the fish, thc is for the birds. I smoked a little bud the past two nights, mostly two nights ago, and man, it was weird. I took a very, very small amount last night, and that was better. But mostly I just don't feel it like I did anymore. If it takes me home when I smoke, it takes me to a broken one, dysfunctional family life, paranoia, excessive frantic thinking or completely apathy. Gone are the days of soma inspiration. I get it from another source now. I have no more time to kill my poor little brain cells. I deserve better than alcohol poisoning my body and mind. I deserve greater than dulling my perceptions by using cannabis habitually. I am above ingesting pharmaceutical chemicals for a short lived high or cessation of perceived pain. I have no need to eat silly paper or mushroom caps to see how things are. Saying my pieces of peace.
My hair is a mess. Long-ish, fluffy from post shower, multiple bedtime romps, fingers intertwined branches of two glowing trees, our inner forest spirits rushing to meet in explosive, orgasmic 8.9/10 displays of passion. Journal, you know, someday I may stop writing in you. I may delete and purge you. But I hope I don't, not this time. Let me keep you around, okay? No matter what. Rememberory. I plead no contest guilty to my possession/speeding charges and sent the ticket into the courthouse for review. Evacuation date set for January 3rd. My heart aches with excitement and anticipation. Whatever can go wrong, probably will, and I'm okay with that. I can deal with that if you'll hold my hand.
My hair is a mess. Long-ish, fluffy from post shower, multiple bedtime romps, fingers intertwined branches of two glowing trees, our inner forest spirits rushing to meet in explosive, orgasmic 8.9/10 displays of passion. Journal, you know, someday I may stop writing in you. I may delete and purge you. But I hope I don't, not this time. Let me keep you around, okay? No matter what. Rememberory. I plead no contest guilty to my possession/speeding charges and sent the ticket into the courthouse for review. Evacuation date set for January 3rd. My heart aches with excitement and anticipation. Whatever can go wrong, probably will, and I'm okay with that. I can deal with that if you'll hold my hand.