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And that marks the end of my relationship with this website. Unfollow me. By all means. Unfollow. If you want to find me, I’m on Facebook. Zain Reeku Jackson. I post every day, all day. But fuck this site and all of its short comings. DOOONE.

This is fucking terrible. I can't upload videos from mobile because this site is fucking broken. AFTER YOU SELECT THE VIDEO, WHATS THE COMMAND FUCK TARDS?!

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I've been told that I would make a great stoner. Here are my feelings on the opinion. I don't need a drug to appreciate my chance to experience life. My palate for reaction to my senses is sometimes overwhelming. I see things invisible to the common eye. I feel things. I smell things. I hear things the untrained radar would never even guess at. I've been told I'm a good observer. And that's not wrong. I'm always looking for details. And that's where my inner dialogue is enriched. Is with the constant banter my brain develops. The sarcasm. The descriptions. The opinions. I'm a reception supercomputer. Drugs frighten the fuck out of me. Because if we are enhanced by chemicals, than I'm going to be fucking borderline super sayian. My imagination is a tool. One that is much more exercised than the common populous. I don't need drugs.

I shit you not. My fiancé went into doggy style position and I "aimed" a little high. She corrected me by saying "Uh, down?" So I readjusted. And upon entry she fucking kills me by finishing it up. "SET! HUT HA HA HA!"

#sex #doggystyle #ruinedmymood #forasecondanyway #football

Shit doesn't run uphill. Hating does.

#haters #wordplay #gomd

Mother fucking story time. So today I was doing some work supply shopping. Which ran me late into the dark hours of the night getting home. And there was an instant on the interstate where street lights and head lights were all blending into each other. I had Childish Gambino playing in my company vehicle and I just soaked the moment in. I feel like we don't take the time to see ourselves living anymore. I am a valuable member of a team and a responsible one at that. I get giddy when I feel myself being in charge of shit. My fiancé would tell me "That's so cute of you being a big man." But she's not wrong. I'm ok with it because it's what makes me me. There's so much numbness in the world that people forget to experience anything anymore. Often I feel like the world is a sleep over and I'm the first one awake in the morning. Just glancing around. Waiting. For interaction. For anything. But it's just quiet. And still. Except for the racing of my thoughts and eyes. Inspecting my friends living room. The pictures on the wall of happy families. The odd nick nacks over the fire place. The smell of their house and what it reminds me of. The blanket on the back of the couch that probably has a story. The way the sun hits their table in a way that seems transcendent but would piss me off because I don't want sun in my eyes while I eat. Wondering if my friend notices these things about his or her house. Or if it's all just white noise. I think that's what I'm getting at. I feed on my own ambience. My own details. My sub plots. There's so much happening with myself that I get lost in it. And I think there's a lot of us getting lost in others. Tunnel vision with their own identity being the sky.

#story #opinion #life

LOUDER FOR THE FUCKERS IN THE BACK YELL IT FROM THE ROOFTOPS EVERYBODY SCREAM YOUR HEAAARRRRT OOOUUUUT

"Why haven't you been on Tumblr recently?" Uhh. This.

WHY DON'T YOU GO ON THIS ANYMORE *DIES*

I haven't had any open chest emotions to pour here. And also Tumblr's image lately in media has made me wary of seeing any of the things I come across on here and losing my fucking mind.