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goin on tour with some mates so i made a picture and wrote some words

I haven't posted here in 2 years, and looking back at the archive makes me want to jump into a vat of lye. But instead of waxing moronic about my wasted youth, if anyone still has any interest you can follow my uni journal.

lowmorale

SMASHING PUMPKINS 1992

Lessons from 2015 Afford no honesty to people you sell your time to

I’ve been laughing for like 15 minutes

smoke pot sometimes is the new smoke weed everyday

out of weed

out of wine

out of benzos

out of time

block

gettin the benzos

Pharmacist: only take one before bed when required Me: *runs to nearest bathroom, scoffs 3*

Me: *buys two bottles of Aldi wine*

I don't stick my head in the sand, I get really drunk on whiskey and stick my head into geranium bushes. it's totally different.

you taste what you speak, so don’t talk shit. you taste what you speak and I taste nothing; a vast anorexia of spirit. abstaining from befoulment of dignity, the humiliation of misinterpretation; any engagement expounds his esoteric narratives, neurotic fantasies, projections, projections, projections all.

don’t go looking for what you don’t want to find. I often find myself the curator of others lives, but I grow weary of the post. the work is drab and unrewarding. I tend with care the halls of hoary men, their boots and bellies, their rut-eyed lies, curious assumptions and gratuities pasted to the walls, pinned, by the swelling of omnipotent ego. the vanity; a phallus.

I tend too my own secret portmanteau of tawdry and insignificant instances, but they look nothing like what you imagine.