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how many special people change, how many lives we lead are strange, where were you when we were getting high.
I hates songs like that, they make me sad. they reverberate pictures and notions in my head.
They make me remember certain weird times, times when i was high on maryjane.
i want to be transformed in those mediocre times, and be a mediocre person again.
i want to be high, on stuff, and do mediocre things.
I hate drinking, because one glass loosens the tongue, when three glasses loosens the mind, and the senses. a bottle will loosen the feet and then you fall into a ditch, and then your memory is loosened for the next 12 hours or so. A man who drinks a bottle of wine will find himself naked in a ditch beaten half to death. A man who craves beautiful women, will burn like fire. Beware of women who tease young man, they are burning like fire, and soon when you pee it will burn like their soul.
i hate life, why im i even still here, so fucking pointless. what a fucking joke.
things could be way worse, so much worse, and thats why i must just leave, before things get worse. only evil can come from this. only bad things are aproaching.
what should i do. Carry on as an invisible man, confront the clergy about my problem, and hope god will pity my soul, should i fight on, and fight for whats right in the world, theres no right in the big spectrum of things, life is full of tragedy, some peoples lifes are nothing but one big fucking tragedy. what is holding me to these feelings, and this world. i wish not to disappear, i wish to be invisible, materially invisible
I hates songs like that, they make me sad. they reverberate pictures and notions in my head.
They make me remember certain weird times, times when i was high on maryjane.
i want to be transformed in those mediocre times, and be a mediocre person again.
i want to be high, on stuff, and do mediocre things.
I hate drinking, because one glass loosens the tongue, when three glasses loosens the mind, and the senses. a bottle will loosen the feet and then you fall into a ditch, and then your memory is loosened for the next 12 hours or so. A man who drinks a bottle of wine will find himself naked in a ditch beaten half to death. A man who craves beautiful women, will burn like fire. Beware of women who tease young man, they are burning like fire, and soon when you pee it will burn like their soul.
i hate life, why im i even still here, so fucking pointless. what a fucking joke.
things could be way worse, so much worse, and thats why i must just leave, before things get worse. only evil can come from this. only bad things are aproaching.
what should i do. Carry on as an invisible man, confront the clergy about my problem, and hope god will pity my soul, should i fight on, and fight for whats right in the world, theres no right in the big spectrum of things, life is full of tragedy, some peoples lifes are nothing but one big fucking tragedy. what is holding me to these feelings, and this world. i wish not to disappear, i wish to be invisible, materially invisible