there was a light dusting of snow on the peaks of the mountains...
remember when he used to scatter coke on your breasts like sprinkles on a cupcake?
but does the snow tingle and sting the mountains?
that numbing sensation...
but the mountains don't need cocaine to be numb. they are slabs of lifeless rock...
she never felt the need to do coke, not after she watched him waste away, turn into his own obstacle... a unsurmountable slab of lifeless rock.
remember when he used to scatter coke on your breasts like sprinkles on a cupcake?
but does the snow tingle and sting the mountains?
that numbing sensation...
but the mountains don't need cocaine to be numb. they are slabs of lifeless rock...
she never felt the need to do coke, not after she watched him waste away, turn into his own obstacle... a unsurmountable slab of lifeless rock.
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interesting prose
never had the chance
myself that is
take care!
that line is hot. go finish your finals, smoke your cigarettes, do whatever makes you feel good and relax. and ponder the silliness of overachieving. My uncle went to Columbia, got straight Cs and Ds and now has a boatload of money, two houses and enjoys regularily updating his motorboat, all because he liked computers.
I on the other hand, worked my ass off through college at large public universities, and barely got into medical school. you're doing splendid, someone else will always do better than you, and lots will do worse than you. and if you can't stay awake there's adderol and riddalin, coke is (apparently) too much fun and turns into an obstacle. I like that.