shrooms a license to kill

Has anyone ever told you that drugs are the escape from reality, but you will find the true being of oneself under the influence....
About a year ago around this time, I made a promise, one that I should have kept. Drugs were never my lifestyle and they still arent, however, the do inted to slip in and out of my life. Its not a bad slip, but its the fact that I broke a promise to someone. I didnt expect her to actually think that I would keep the promise, but I knew she would. But I have to come to reality and tell everyone this fact.

About every weekend I site sedentarily around Brians house and just get high. I mean I smoke so much fucking pot that a smile is on my face for three days, or thats three days of smoking pot. It's fun and during that time I dont have to face the truth; however, durning that time I also notice so much flaws about me. A big contridiction that it is, and its fucked up. I have so many friends that will lose their respect for me over this situation. But, if they lose respect to me over this, then fuck them because you know what I would always be your friends if you did drugs...


Smoking, getting high, thats what I am doing right now, infact, I just got done holding and then letting go all of my worries into the incense.

Right now Brian and I smoked about 2 bowls and are on our 3rd. Im really high and I want to express my feelings.

Laura, I really miss you and I really want to see you...

Mandy I hope your fucking happy with that Mike fellow....

Heather, the other person who I always talk about that I like in my lj's is you.....

Bruno, your the bestest friend I have had so far, and Im glad you never fucked that up, your a great dude...

Mike, you have a lot of freaking hidden skeletons in your closet and need to fix your shit, because you fuck with alot of people because of shit they do but yet you do they same shit they did!....

Brian, your pot is as good as your friendship, what I mean is...i mean it in a good way...

Jeff thank for being there buddy, a great man , future leader of Antarica...

Thank you to all my friends....well...peace
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my face is going numb and my eyes are more slanted then a fucking chink!
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eat...horizon...SUN...delicious

As I eat the Sponge Bob Square Pants cereal this morning I think about today, how will I escape reality...today. I will ride my bike to work and look onto the horizon, wishing that I could be so reluctant to shine again everyday. Today is a new beggining with fun-filled adventures on the border of this horizon. And to escape reality and venture into the wilderness is yet one thing I still must do. Today, if I go, the beach will be my wilderness and playground of fun, something that I can enjoy without thinking about the quality of life and it disturbing me. Reality check is work for me today, with only eleven calls last night ( a high number for new peeps) I feel as if I'm pressed to make 15 today, but in only 3 hours....HOW SO!!.... :::munch munch munch::: This cereal isn't to bad. I feel artistic today, I want to grab a bucket of paint and throw it at a wall, then grab many more buckets a variety of colors...to only see what will I get...art... I'm starting to look like a hippie I need to get my hair cut, and shave. I wish by now that I could actually grow a full beard but I still can't;however, I am doing better then Mike and his pubic-hair-chinned self, i mean god that shit looks terrible, CHRIST. Anyways, the dirty mexicans in the closet are calling me and telling me to join them from reality...what should I say to hot dirty women mexicans....wait..in a closet..shit fuck that....if they fart Im dead...BUT anyways... Last night I hit SPYRO...crazy little fella that he is...a bubbling sound came from within his hull and then PUFF, like magic, I lifted the bowl out and haze filled my mind. What can I say about this, its an escape from reality.....peace


You virgins live long a prosperous, as for me, Im damned! And so is Bruno and Mike...well, especially me...because...sodimizing a women is a sin in the bible! lol...Bruno...nevermind...peace

....

You know life is fucked up when you have no worries, but in place of those worries are uncaringness, coldness, and...nothing lol...
I really dont know what to say about everything but it seems as if "everything" is so far and out of reach that I put all interests aside and I "personally" don't care about much anymore. The only things that I care about that ever comes to my head is my family, grades, and a select few of friends.

I have a question for everyone right now:
What is a problem I have, that I sould be inclined to fix?

I just realized something...I went to refresh my yahoo page..
How great would that be if you could refresh you life, the click of a button....REFRESHED, yet what would be the fun in life if you started over.
Last night I talked to Mike and he really messed with Mandys head last night. I felt so bad because I really like her, but nothing will happen between us, again.

I've come to a sense and asked myself a question...
Who do I really like:
I can say that I do like Mandy: however, a relationship isnt going do develope anymore.
Laura, she will always have a special place in my heart, I love her as a friend -not in another way anymore- but I still do like her....yet I would never risk to have a relationship with her, thats why I am glad I have gotten over the fixiation of the love with her.
One more person...her name will remain out of the picture, but I have liked her since the end of 10th grade, what can I say about it? She will remain a friend, and thats how she would like it too I believe lol.

JEFF IS BEING GAY HE SAYS," GET THE FUCK OFF THE COMPUTER...IN GAY AND LIKE ANAL AND I WANT TO SEE GAY PORN, SO GET OFF THE COMPUTER...BLAH BLAH I LIKE DICK...!"

....lonely..so lonely...

The Beatles...if it wasnt for them then the world of rock n' role as we know it wouldnt exist

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

...

Seeing is believing,
open your eyes wide enough,
and a world of amazement will come to your senses,
a world full of great things,
all set in sequences,
little incriments,


Great things only happen every once and a while. Maybe you can say a great thing happened to me, but it was an experience. I look back on it and think of what it was lile....
A second chance of it was brought back, yet...I dont know what to do. My mind is going crazy everyday because im being stricken to think about what I should do and the only thing that ever comes to my head is....nothing......
I laugh at myself sometimes...because...I amaze myself...I was given a great oppurtunity and it ended....then it was brought back to me and I was challenged an answer of yes...or...no...
But what do I do?
But what do I do?
Sometimes I wish that I could date the person that I actually want to date....but I also like Mandy...

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there is so much bitching behind my ear...behind me...wait...what can that be...ryan mathis...fucker.....hes bitching about me being on the computer..well...what should we tell boys that smell like applesauce...FUCK OFF...peace....

life is like a condom....when its used...your fucked...









Weezer "Hashpipe"

I can't help my feelings, I'll go out of my mind

These players come to get me 'cause they'd like my behind

I can't love my business if I can't get a trick

Down on Santa Monica where tricks are for kids



Oh, come on and kick me

Oh, come on and kick me

Come on and kick me

You've got your problems

I've got my ass wide

You've got your big G's

I've got my hash pipe



I can't help my boogies they get out of control

I know that you don't care but I want you to know

The knee-stocking flavor is a favorite treat

Of men that don't bother with the taste of a teat



Oh, come on and kick me

Oh, come on and kick me

Come on and kick me

You've got your problems

I've got my ass wide

You've got your big G's

I've got my hash pipe

I've got my hash pipe



Oh, come on and kick me

Oh, come on and kick me

Come on and kick me

You've got your problems

I've got my eye swipe

You've got your big G's

I've got my hash pipe

I've got my hash pipe



I've got my hash pipe

I've got my hash pipe



Weezer "Tired of Sex"
I'm tired, so tired

I'm tired of having sex (so tired)

I'm spread so thin

I don't know who I am (who I am)



Monday night I'm making Jen

Tuesday night I'm making Lynn

Wednesday night I'm making Jasmine

Oh, why can't I be making love come true?



I'm beat, beet red

Ashamed of what I said (what I said)

I'm sorry, here I go

I know I'm a sinner

But I can't say no (say no)



Thursday night I'm making Denise

Friday night I'm making Therese

Saturday night I'm making Louise

Oh, why can't I be making love come true?



Tonight I'm down on my knees

Tonight I'm begging you please

Tonight, tonight, oh please

Oh, why can't I be making love come true?