: part I. walked through the woods with a highschool classmate avoiding dinosaurs and such. part II. attended school and was also involved in a play where i played some old woman with a paperbag over my head. part III. met unnecessary people outside a club and listened to a street performer on his harmonica-type thing and made fun of spanish whores who were running down the hill from an abandoned house. :

eat vitamins and listen to pyramids.

the drugs are working. and at the same time they're not.
what supposedly makes you better, kills you.
and what kills you makes you live even more.
you dig?

been consuming way too much blue cap and while it elates me for a couple of minutes, seconds, the adrenaline cycles backwards. no rush during. sensations before and after. it's not that fun anymore. experiencing the same numbness. the feeling of your teeth falling out, soul floating out. and it's not like i havent a choice not to do it but it's been almost routine and i needed someone to slap me in the head.


thanks to thejealouspunk for waking me up.
for providing my greatest fix.

now that i've acquired the necessary tools for my existence,

it's back to the slaughterhouse.


kill! kill! kill!