Do You Feel it Too?

Nothing says a fun time like tripping and yelling at the fairies at the window with Jefferson Airplane in the background.

Trying to get a mouse high, fucking what?

Just real old photo near where I squatted a couple nights, liked how grim it looked.

No really when’s the revolution start?

Speedballing and old animes like Hellsing go pretty well together

I catch myself talking more to plants than people not to mention showering them with so much more love than I would a person. Someone has to love them I suppose.

I may be so comfortable, indulge in whatever I please, and enjoy the delirium I bring on myself yet I’m so hollow and empty without your caress or at very least your smile and laugh that used to make me want to live. I have nothing.

Must you ask?

Me: fuk u rite