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[secret_salt]

When I was born and bored I was full. When the cognizant world bloomed around me all I saw was mystery. Childhood was a Muppet noir with a Yoko Ono score. Spirits were everywhere and the walls were gelatin. Beauty was an irretrievable path but somehow the most important one to walk. When I looked at beauty, closer and closer every day, it just made

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[magnus_opiate]

This is good.

My writing is shit lately.

I am stoned too much.

[secret_salt]

I am stoned most of the time too. I think smoking weed mostly just affects your ability to motivate. If you can motivate than sometimes stoneage makes my writing even better, it's just hareder for me to find that creatively legitamite space in my brain.