hey bitches. word? i'm so white i'm pale.
today is pretty decent despite the fact that i didn't take my sleeping meds until very late and i was left quite hung over this morning. life is spinning around me these days. in some respects time seems to fly, when i look at the absolute, but when it comes to the conceptual, it creeps along like a slug who has salt poured on top of it. i am ejoying my current living conditions, but there are external factors that are causing me to want to leave and explore them. bitches man, bitches. jonny wants ta play. i know what is best for me, and i'm gonna stick it out, and if play time is meant to be, it shall be there when i leave here. i like newport beach. the weather is fucking great. it's not the sticky armpit of baltimore. i've been thinking, baltimore kinda sucks ass. too much crack heroin and crime. i've seen three homeless people since i've been here, and i like that. sure it's not exactly reality, but that is just fine with me. i excel at escaping reality via chemicals, why not do it naturally. i should just leave before the coast slips off into the sea, then all shall be fine. i shall miss some people though. hope they can swim really well.
who wants to suck on the glass dick with me? i heart crack. can you believe that shit man. everyday i realize, hey, i'm a fucking crackhead. mmmm. i love being just a shell of a man, associating with fucking degenerates and crackwhores. crackwhores fucking rock. ever suck dick for crack? she did...
don't you want summa that?
yeah, i suppose i can be a bit pervese at times, but what the hell, right? the unperverse live is a life not worth living. hey, this is where to buy crack in baltimore, good shit too, if yer curious
i spent a lot of time on that street, spent a lot of money too. i hope i never go there again. that's why i'm not too keen on the idea of going back to baltimore. out of sight, out of mind.
today is pretty decent despite the fact that i didn't take my sleeping meds until very late and i was left quite hung over this morning. life is spinning around me these days. in some respects time seems to fly, when i look at the absolute, but when it comes to the conceptual, it creeps along like a slug who has salt poured on top of it. i am ejoying my current living conditions, but there are external factors that are causing me to want to leave and explore them. bitches man, bitches. jonny wants ta play. i know what is best for me, and i'm gonna stick it out, and if play time is meant to be, it shall be there when i leave here. i like newport beach. the weather is fucking great. it's not the sticky armpit of baltimore. i've been thinking, baltimore kinda sucks ass. too much crack heroin and crime. i've seen three homeless people since i've been here, and i like that. sure it's not exactly reality, but that is just fine with me. i excel at escaping reality via chemicals, why not do it naturally. i should just leave before the coast slips off into the sea, then all shall be fine. i shall miss some people though. hope they can swim really well.
who wants to suck on the glass dick with me? i heart crack. can you believe that shit man. everyday i realize, hey, i'm a fucking crackhead. mmmm. i love being just a shell of a man, associating with fucking degenerates and crackwhores. crackwhores fucking rock. ever suck dick for crack? she did...
don't you want summa that?
yeah, i suppose i can be a bit pervese at times, but what the hell, right? the unperverse live is a life not worth living. hey, this is where to buy crack in baltimore, good shit too, if yer curious
i spent a lot of time on that street, spent a lot of money too. i hope i never go there again. that's why i'm not too keen on the idea of going back to baltimore. out of sight, out of mind.