And I wasn't always like it. A twiddled corpse, to watch, feel me, see me, just sorta flow-zoom down a sorta shitalk hole isn't fun, it ain't wanktastic, it ain't impressive by any stretch of means that are badly injust. It's fucked up to fuck life is what I'd say when I was in that position. I dunno, I think I may let go that aswell... Is that just because Iwas slushed like that some of the stretches when I ate peaches? Thing is, innocence isn't a play on the mind, if you use it correctly. There is a thing called being strong. There, is a thing of being of having too much exposure. Whatever my reasons are, I've kept them in a place unparralel to the real world. No other reason/deduction. I think there is an unfair surface to the real world, but the real motherfuckersuckers are going to realise what bullshit truly is. Lol.
There have been peaks of life and everything ngl. Some people have it better than some, true. The rank thing for motherfuckurs, is poo/nice words that I've said to friendly people/hells/love has enough to go around somewhere... And heaven truly has a fucking place for the derseved. I believe in myself. But fuck. Bostleshits. Dude. Fuck Screaming Children. Fuck My Mum and her eccentricness. And fuck Peaches.
I'd like to thank Thank my Waifus. Thank angels, Thank god. Thank, uh people for food, liquids, drugs, materials. Thank Good people,, thank people who have actually said some encouraging things.
But haa I need just to fuckin relax before tryin again...
Or watch death videos or whatever.
