The PresentI smoke this cigarette but I dont I step on the grassThe Present
but I dont I see myself in everything and I listen with my mind and as sudden as a bolt of lightning even more sudden I realize the connectedness of it all. But the fog is still thick and I'm still chained to the circle of suffering
my desires send me on. As long as I stay on this raft in the middle of this ocean not looking at the currents of the past or future I can see plainly and hear plainly what I need to do so I remain quiet inside as best I can without lin
DepressionI sat in the biggest chair in the world with a cigarette in my right hand and the skull of a jester in my lap I ashed in the hole that spread across its head. And the people in the background dug up raves and mowed down crowds and despondent creatures came to me like rabbits and monkeys and gerbils and I told them I didn't have enough tea for their party so they ran off and into their zeppelins and into the clouds and suddenly I was flooded to the point where emotions sludged out my pores and I folded up and into the chair and began to eat at myselDepression
I always lose against myself.I wake up and my head curses me for lifting it up off of the concaved pillow. I twist around and throw my legs off of the bed. I'm greeted with a cold concrete floor. I need a carpet. I stand up and stay there for a good minute, taking in the vibes of the day. It seems the pain in my head had just woken up from its sleep too. I also need an asprin. My hair has created a maze on top of my head while I've been sleeping. I reached my hand up, and by gliding my fingers through it, I destroy it. I make my way upstairs into the kitchen. Now working together with my brain my stomach aI always lose against myself.
Underage drinkingMy hand rested on the pillow. My arm trailed it in an arc over my head and my body, boneless, laid on the bed. In front of me she laid. close enough for me to feel the transferring of our body heat. and her hand was on my leg. I just needed to pass out. and there was something wrong that felt right about lying with her. Like old times.Underage drinking
Then the other girl came in the room, with clear russian poison pulsing through her heated veins. She was the one I was supposed to be with, but alcohol turns men into dogs. And she swung at me, while the sleeping one continued her drunken
Reaching Consciousness
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I am addicted to a compound made from a mix of 1 part dihydrogen oxide, 1 part Camellia sinensis, 3 parts sucrose and 1 part milk.
In other words: sweet milky tea >.<
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