Heroin, Good For Colds!
Heroin, Good for Colds!
Some of my Junkie friends have melted their minds so badly I don’t even know what the fuck they’re saying half the time, especially when typed. I don’t mean spelling mistakes, i mean its like they have their own weird version of brain damaged english, they all seem to understand eachother, the rest of us are pretty much in the dark though. Here’s a real example:
“ docking it all day we gettin it in.... cant let them bring u down or they will alway feel important....im scared to run with this chick the past got me in totally diffrent mindset “ Sure those are all, words, they umm, sort of convey, something or rather.
And in typical histrionic needy junky fashion, they usually post about chicks/dudes not loving em, or how no one wants to hang out with them, woe is them, no one wants to hang out with you because you cant form a coherant sentence, you’re always stealing something or trying to borrow money, you turn every conversation into an excuse to cry about yourself, and you are literally walking hepatitis. We’re SO gonna miss you guys when you OD, good thing you all manage to have like 3 kids you dont teach shit to before you kick the bucket, pass it forward...
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Here’s a video made by my Japanese girlfriend, she just doesn’t know shes my girlfriend yet...
She lay down beside me, towards dawn she pronounced for the first time the word “death.” She too seemed to be weary beyond endurance of the task of being a human being; and when I reflected on my dread of the world and its bothersomeness, on money, the movement, women, my studies, it seemed impossible that I could go on living. I consented easily to her proposal.
Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
William Shakespeare - Hamlet
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Dream Journal
Last night I dreamt that I was trying to create matter and life, I’m not sure if I was rebuilding the Earth because it was destroyed, if I was god, or what. I was in a place filled with bags of powdered material, which I had to combine with water to make different things. Like, for example I had a bag of cow meat dust, and a bag of bone dust, and I would measure these out and mix with water and shape to recreate a cow.
Your guess is as good as mine.
The Buddha teaches us that life is suffering, to live is to suffer, because to live is to need, and to need is to suffer, and to be enlightened is to be free of need, of suffering, the Buddha teaches that the point of life is to live long enough to realize the point of living is to get ready to be dead longer, let go of need and consciousness, and accept it.
After 30 years, I totally understand this notion, it's already more than enough, not that most humans drive me the fuck up the wall or anything, Kisses, love you...
Musings and more of a despondant 30 year old man, former drug addict, current writer/alcoholic. I'm unmarried, I have no children, and all my dreams are dead, I've wasted my life, and you can too! Never say never. Sometimes prolific, mostly offensive observations about people, life, and the nature of the universe. I'm a communist, your god's a lie, hate mail welcome.
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