writhing in the gutter...
i'm such a shitty human being
i don't even have a candle...
we gotta light our fixes off the gas stove
creek street clusterfuck -----
oh goodey
blows me wide open
recreational experience
recreate
create
re create
recreation
thc is good drugs, hey? dancing in the doubtful wanna write
he wants to say something
it's an emergent artform...
telepathic
he had the most vivid dream of his life... he was lying in his bed in a half-built house listening to the first calls of the seasonal birds when he awoke finding - me too man, it's all good - too many layers - no, salvia is real right? haha, fuck you, um, well - uh lala zuh buh - kitsch, yeah, i get it now... but i'm not supposed to say it, but i'm supposed to write it i guess to be a texture conduit.
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