17th
na ha ha look its my fav album at age 16!->>>>>
na ha ha look its my fav album at age 16!->>>>>
i smoked WAY too much weed then. got up to about an ounce a week.
shit nig. no wonder im still semi retarded.
AS I RECALL:
no one can ever just spill their noodles. we are constantly explaining ourselves when we needn't bother.
THINK OF THE TIME WE COULD SAVE. ill explain later. <--OH SEE THERE I JUST FUCKING DID IT UNINTENTIONALLY! FOR REALSIES THOUGH. I HAVE BEEN BRAINWASHED. .. so i had a dream a very bright crocadile was in my way. i was trying to leave my fake house for a fake party or fake dinner or fake gathering of some sort.. and this neon crocadile kept attempting to crawl on my body. it was trying to stop me from leaving. i remember feeling its dry..scales? are they? i felt them on me.. and i was truly terrified. oh! and after that! there were trains! i think i was controlling the one i was on..its was TOO FAST and sporadically slamming into sharp left and right turns but never going off the tracks. if there even were tracks. and the thing is, it was the anticipation of a crash or flailing off the tracks into oblivion that killed me. then there was my weekly dream of rape..sharks..a tent made out some sort of blue tarp material..a yearning for a lesbian conquest with a random aquantince(sp?) ..some blood. vicodin. the usual. i cant find my friend. and im uber pissed. i dont like having to take pills anymore to calm down. there was a time i could meditate. too bad it only lasted for a short while. FUCK YOU CIVILIZATION. I DONT FEEL VERY CIVILIZED YOU FUCKING JAR OF FUCKING MAYO. go fall down a flight of stairs. cunts.
no one can ever just spill their noodles. we are constantly explaining ourselves when we needn't bother.
THINK OF THE TIME WE COULD SAVE. ill explain later. <--OH SEE THERE I JUST FUCKING DID IT UNINTENTIONALLY! FOR REALSIES THOUGH. I HAVE BEEN BRAINWASHED. .. so i had a dream a very bright crocadile was in my way. i was trying to leave my fake house for a fake party or fake dinner or fake gathering of some sort.. and this neon crocadile kept attempting to crawl on my body. it was trying to stop me from leaving. i remember feeling its dry..scales? are they? i felt them on me.. and i was truly terrified. oh! and after that! there were trains! i think i was controlling the one i was on..its was TOO FAST and sporadically slamming into sharp left and right turns but never going off the tracks. if there even were tracks. and the thing is, it was the anticipation of a crash or flailing off the tracks into oblivion that killed me. then there was my weekly dream of rape..sharks..a tent made out some sort of blue tarp material..a yearning for a lesbian conquest with a random aquantince(sp?) ..some blood. vicodin. the usual. i cant find my friend. and im uber pissed. i dont like having to take pills anymore to calm down. there was a time i could meditate. too bad it only lasted for a short while. FUCK YOU CIVILIZATION. I DONT FEEL VERY CIVILIZED YOU FUCKING JAR OF FUCKING MAYO. go fall down a flight of stairs. cunts.
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