#snake jazz

“SssssSsSSSsss”

And started doing it when with my partner and our friend. And we all ended up doing snake jazz. And it just makes me really happy. I have no idea why this is a thing for me rn.

Also when my partners just join in on my happy vocal stims is just so good and I love them.

Tss t t tss 🎷🐍

(the trip)

The wind feels nice, it feels real as I watch the sunrise.

The night had gone, the demons have left, now its just me and my thoughts and recollections and recalls of their energy,

Far before knowing a possibility existed, I had visualized it before I saw it with my eyes and became aware it actually exists. Long before I'd seen it I had imagined of what if...

To watch something you never could've dreamed someone else would have come up with before you. The feeling is glorious yet confusing.

Sitting alone under shelter amidst a thunderstorm as I smoked on my favorite fruit tobacco. That felt real. A moment just for me.

Thinking of how karma has its ways of its own, a mind of its own perhaps controlled by a higher intellect.

I had faced my worst fears that night, purposely attracting their energy to me. One thing I've found to be most horrifying is the very one who stares back at me when I look in the mirror and my inner demon begins to speak in the reflection. I believe my biggest and most powerful enemy is none other than he. Yet I will be the best of me when I pass on. When I perish, to a place I've most likely been to before.

Swirling frequencies and thought realms that I had not been too in far too long came to me just before I went out to watch the sunrise.

Blimey, as H.S Thompson said "I could feel the 'weasels' closing in" He couldn't have said it better.

I had planned it all perfectly, perhaps much credit should go to my subconscious, yet still I knew this day would come.

When the raindrops had started pelting my windowpane it raised my adrenaline slightly but only for a moment, I will miss that feeling.

I think its time mother properly chooses my namesake.

I feel, pain, love, a bit of pride of who I've become, sleight disgust of what I am and once was, and I crave those moments I'll never get to go back to; the happy ones, before my lungs began tarring, far back, not many but the ones that are thus so pleasant.