RE: how do you bring shrooms on the airplane?
No one really wants to win this one. I’m sure of it.
My inner dialogue has become a monotonous ranting of reasoning on how I should feel about every fucking breathing thing in my life. It’s funny, though, because while I’ve been thinking about everything else, I almost forgot my name. My body. My grip on a life I once loved to squeeze, and a newly concocted yet unwarranted taste in my mouth. Every thing at this point is without warrant, I suppose.
Well, here we go again, pessimism filtering into my pen.
My inner dialogue has become a monotonous ranting of reasoning on how I should feel about every fucking breathing thing in my life. It’s funny, though, because while I’ve been thinking about everything else, I almost forgot my name. My body. My grip on a life I once loved to squeeze, and a newly concocted yet unwarranted taste in my mouth. Every thing at this point is without warrant, I suppose.
Well, here we go again, pessimism filtering into my pen.