chago

A Friends account...trying to speak my language so I can Speak her's .....

A milky white baggyThat's all I have to show for my night of bliss. As the night comes to an end the baggy will become clear, and my mind more foggy. The clarity once offered now becomes chills, shakes and depressing thoughts. But, it was worth it. A good feeling for the...
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It was a brisk August morning, the temperature finally dipped down enough where humans could live and not feel as if they are wilting away. The temperatures the past few months had soared to hellish standards. The sun had beaten me, browned me like the dwindling grass...hardening, killing the top layer, while causing wear and stress just beneath. However this morning was different, it was...
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It was early afternoon when the lust to defile myself stirred in my underbelly. For science and artistic reasons, I thought it would be proper to engage in mass quantities of fun juice.
It was 2 p.m., where would it go? Where would this biological expedition lead? Would it be like Freuds attempts so understand the savageness yet clarity of cocaine? I could only hope...
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The mood has worked its way back into my body. It has seeped in like the sweet booze has over the last few weeks.
What have I been thinking? The atmosphere and conditions were at their best. Booze, late nights, drugs, an interesting woman or three, friends without care for their bodies, blackouts, cigarettes without filters, and the loss of regard to morals and responsibilities....
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I only have two days to write an article about the USA RUGBY team and I am sleepy as shit. I have to watch 150 young men 19-20 years of age and figure out which poor soul I will interagate. An interview would be much to simple, I must probe them and find something interesting at the same time toning my speech to seem pleasant....
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A few weeks back I was asked to perform a ceremony! The union of two people in Holy matrimony was to be preformed by a man who has gone through life not willing to conform to this practice would stand in front of many well Khaki-wearing gents and ladies with much product on there person to kill numerous small animals. So, of course I accepted...
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I have run aground. It seems with all the insanity in the world, I can not figure out a good topic in which to address. There are a multitude of swine out there waiting to be addressed. But whowho would be so intensely available to flex mind-numbing words with? Without a noble target, I shall focus on an event each day
THE BOOK STORE
I...
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More events have come of lateones that required me bear the uniform of acceptanceyes, the Khakis. The Khakis are destroying the world within I live. People are considering them to be the new blue jeans. What the Fuck is that about. "What's the big deal ass" you may ask. The big deal, these tan pants are uncomfortable for my psyche.
It begins as simple as...
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Sleep once again eluded methe savage nights are brutal in the manner that they are empty. A psychedelic combination of colors screamed from the TV once again. What ever happen to the national anthem and the English guy selling cutlery? Boredom takes hold with both hands this past night, daring me to find something to do. By god, that is a task which appears to...
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