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[rishi_hermit]

I am tired with all the people around me. I wanna get fucked up like plastic trees. Mental dissociation is fun. I'm in the mood for clove cigarettes or a cigar. I think I'll drink gin in a park tonight. It's funny how they don't taste anything like pine needles. Why is Bukowski so hard to come by?

Livejournal is a terrible outlet for emotions and writing. I think I'm gonna quit.