eating froot loops

that little thing that hangs in the back of your throat, what is that for...

the sound of a bunch of marbles falling to the floor

drinking some red wine,sketching and eating dry fruit,with muzak playing in the background.

that was beautiful...

timothy leary is a pretty interresting author to look up when it comes to acid

shhhhh!that was intentional

I heard somebody call that teabagging once,made me smile

i'm thinking sour skitles, but i think the're extinct

Angerfist-raise your fist

banana snapple

ummm..black is good.

deaf, or blind?

aphex twins-window licker

ok...life is like my gold plated crouton,deprived of any logical purpose or meaning.

I'm sure i saw those doors somewhere...

chastity belt of the fucking future,i can already imagine thousands of middle-aged american daddies clicking on those panties .But when it comes to having said daddy casually telling little Ashley:"Ohhh... school prom on fridaaaay,how about trying these on ,I insist."Sorry but this could only work if daddy replaced all of Ashley's undies with global positioning panties,which would just be downright freaky.They didn't even have that shit in Orwell's "1984 ".

life is like a papercut to the eye,lots of pain and not much gain in return

brushing the demons in my head aside,
they keep coming back to piss me off.

pretending like everything is ok

how fucking senseless i am these days...gotta get out of the house a little more.

If I could muster a smile,it'd be a damn good start

moonlight sonata...when it plays,i can barely do anything else

just lying in the grass,nothing more nothing less,until you've practically blended with the scenery,that...i love,kinda makes me feel alive.Every now and then,shit gets hectic,you gotta stop running around in circles or this city will eventually drive you mad.

he said he wouldn't do it if i stopped touching myself...

according to the coolness rating,at the time being,i'm around 20% cool.our species never stops surprising me,day after day.

i don't know...if you find out,fill me in

shit!I've come to...it's all clear now,i have the sudden urge to buy my very own phone.

i have the solution,use a pay phone,no cancer,more loot,bell can't fuck you and your wallet over when your bill consists of a handful of quarters

i'm highly undecided when it comes to crowning one as being more enjoyable than the others,this month i've been spending my lunch money on speed,gives you that extra kick,just when your all like-what the fuck!here comes the speed,like a rush to the head,everything tends to accelerate,your brain activity multiplied to an absurd level,most people ressemble trainwrecks and can't really handle this kind of high, prevent that by breaking it into halves or quarters and consuming it over a long period .it's like being on cruise control,and best of all it seems as if you don't wake up with all those effedrin induced ulcers.

p.s. I'm not wearing any pants

the only time i attempted ritalin,was by crush and snort,thing is me and my friend were quite young and endlessly staring at random objects all afternoon,not quite my kind of way to spend the day.tried lithium,by pure curiosity,a few months ago,gave me roughly the same kind of absent state of mind but tenfolds.

the only time i actually lost control of my body because of drugs,was two years ago,we had gathered a rather large group of people who were pretty much all on shrooms,the remainder were probably to piss drunk to react,so i'll count them out to.I had thought up the bright idea of doing said hallucinogen while making a fire on the mountain,thing is I was eating them straight out of the bag while downing it with some booze.time passed,it got dark,and my eyes were playing very frightful games on me,one of few to i couldn't trust myself,it just isn't helping out when your perched on the side of a pretty steep,jagged hill.At that moment i was starting to have trouble making the difference between a dead tree and one of your peeps,worse comes to worse,i litteraly went blind ,i don't know how long, but i thought i was dying,white light and all so I thought the smart thing to do was to sit down and vomit while i verrrrrrrrry slowly regained my eyesight,while one of my friends,who could still say his last name,wascourageously counting the seconds between puking sessions.mostly everyone else was laughing at a guitar which had just lost a string...20 minutes ago.I can safely say that i have retained most of my sight,the only thing that stayed afterwards were those little white things flying around in your field of vision for more or else a week.I managed to get the opinion of two actual doctors,they both told me the same thing:son,no one just suddenly goes blind and regains sight in that manner,the only plausible explanation would be hysterical blindness,where your brain just doesn't process what your eyes are sending it,usually caused by severe mental trauma.nothing directly related to the drug,but that lump of shrooms sure didn't help.

drug use is simply another experience amongst many others.it becomes evil and life-consuming the instant it is no longer a singled out occasion,but rather becomes a habit or more precisly an addiction.you can drink forties and port once in awhile,but you can't expect the fact that not remembering the last time you could recall the way you got home could be a good thing.Same could be said of blow,it's more or less acceptable to do a Q or two on a night spent walling out downtown.But it starts getting sketchy when roughly75% of your income is spent on blow and you start doing it alone in the bathroom...5 or 6 times a week.for fuck's sake you could have an addiction to chocolate,hardcore porn or anything else for that matter...Mom's do it the best,simply put:too much is like not enough...anyways,i do drugs for many reasons,but mostly i can sum it up as being either cheap therapy or a means of exploring the reaches of my mind there is nothing evil or immoral about the whole thing,it's actually something worth toying with in a lifetime,sigh.....i have to go feed the kids in the closet again.

wow,i just found out im 9% cool...
i'm gonna go cry in the shower now...

lsd (if your lucky enough that your blotter is actual acid,in mtl that is)is definitly not a drug you want to be doing every week,in fact some people believe that the threshold is around 20 to 25 hits in a lifetime,which is more than enough,like most mind-altering substances,it's kinda like playing russian roulette with your sanity,it's only a matter of falling on a too big a dose or some krusty punks selling you rat poison on cardboard,for you to flip the fuck out,blaming the queen for cancer and yelling things about you being one with nature while running around with mud in your pockets for extra precaution.Next thing you know,you wake up a full fledged tree-hugger.sadly there is no way real way to completly prevent such events from happening,especially in large groups.I happen to have taken the chance about a handful of times,never,ever regreted a thing about it except the last hour of deep introspection that seems to hit you after the 6 first hours spent laughing at a blinking neon sign,it just pops out of nowhere,your not laughing anymore,it's all happening in your head,paranoia and illusions of grandeur.personally,i haven't been able to prevent or soften the violent down that occurs,therefore making me acid free since 2002.

thing is,whenever a mad party arises,i scrounge up every single penny possible.Once the damage is done,i wake up a day or two later,realizing i spent all my savings,can't pronounce logical phrases and for some unexplained reason,i am not in a familiar setting.And thats about the time my brain says-well i guess it's back to selling drugs to pay for the rent.

i wish one of my peeps was a ninja...
I could all be like-yo guys,this is my new friend kogetsu or something...he's a ninja
then they'd be like-Word...
one day i'll have a ninja in my crew...one day...

ahh fuck,i cannot spend another 2 or 3 days inside watching movies,i will shoot myself...and the other option...humm...sex,not a bad idea,if i had bird of my own,which i don't, at the time being.Guess i'll have to shoot myself,on second thought,i'll just go sit at my desk,pop some angerfist into the sound system and sketch till the sun comes out

i eat babies...

but honestly,i'm gonna quit soon,i can feel it's the right time,besides,to fattening.

i eat babies

this is just me,but personally i believe cellphones are one of the most retarded gadgets out there right now,electronic leashes with a price...yeeeaaahh!you'll all agree with me when you have a tumor in your head in ten years.peace...