mongaloid, he was a mong@loid.........
sooo lit!!!
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so lately i've been chillin' with ol skool homies.
it's been like deja vu all this week. met some dude who's been giving me free weed. good stuff.
my best friend (whom i haven't talked to in a week?) is lost in la AND HE DIDN'T EVEN INVITE. that ass.
he can suck it.
m@rio was talkin' about coming to the 'NARD today. that'd be sweet. i can't believe that my dimesaK has lasted me 3 days!! i still have 3 phat nugs left too. awesome.
lately i've been rummaging through my boxes from which i recently got outta storage. reading old journals poetry love letters. going through lots of photobooth pix (damn you, edgar!). listened to the VENTURES on my old suitcase record player. that thing rulez. i love old musty things. i don't like all this new crap. i can't wait to surround myself in old antiques that someone once loved and forgot about. people will look at my house and go, "GAWD SHE'S SURROUNDED BY DEAD PEOPLE'S THINGS." it'll be great.
dead roses everywhere and old pictures of people i don't know and old paintings by artists i don't know and fragile jewelry boxes candle holders lamps ashtrays boxes hat boxes records mirrors.
i read all my writings and i HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SAD.
i guess that's what inspired me.
i have the house to myself and it's definitely time fer another bowl.
by myself.