Mar 24, 2017
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sitting around in my underwear and a cloak; smoking weed like a giant sketchy hobbit.
@electra-flagship why do I always get blamed for things? @ralof-areyoufuckingbroken is heaps capable of being wrecked without me.
i just scratched a lump off the back of my neck and it turns out it was weed..
Some things kill people faster.
I was smoking earlier and walked into my room.
There on one of my couch cushions was a beautiful TimTam.
I was so happy I threw away my cigarette
And starting eating the glorious biscuit straight away.
While I chewed in bliss, I asked myself;
"Gee Mickey, why don't you just quit smoking and eat TimTams?
Smoking is so bad and all.. And TimTams are so great! It will be fun."
Then my tummy growled and I remembered my milk allergy.
Quite dismayed, I put down the delicious TimTam..
And picked up my dirty cigarette.
Vacation.
Instead of my usual routine.. Of being doped out my head in a tiny room and sleeping.. I went into hospital. And spent the last 5 days.. Being doped out my head in a tiny room and sleeping..
Chronic.
So my brother and I were discussing drugs. He said someone had stolen some of his pot. Because a bud was missing and it was put on the wrong level. I didn't know where he kept it so I asked what he meant by level. He said he kept it in the shoe holder in his cupboard but moved it. I said he could have just forgotten what shelf. He interrupted “No!” I said he could have smoked one. He interrupted “No!” I said he could have just lost it without knowing. He interrupted “No!” I said maybe it's not even gone. He interrupted “No!” I asked “How do you know?” He interrupted “I name them!”
Acid trip.
By a boy of Worth.
The shape of acid. The hexagon. When you take it. You can feel that same hexagon. In your head. You feel that it was missing all along. And is finally filled. You can do anything. When drugs are used right. You can beat anyone.