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Tuesday Aug 28, 2007

Aug 28, 2007
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"Well I'll take the biggest, you can have the smallest"
To the Kroger, where we get orange juice and gloew stick and wierd toys and I find Fluffy. The prettiest softest damn cat I ever felt siiting there atop the 5th self, pink and wrapped yarn, I knew instantly I need this thing for the trip. She was to be the most loved. We hoped in and poped the extascy, 4 for me!!!

Candy fliping amazing feeling we fucked for hours without removing a single piece of cloth and she moaned like she was really coming and I thought that was funny cause she seemed so fake I was almost certain she didn't know what an orgasim was. It turned out well, mind fucking the hell out of her, I was bored though, sex lost its appeal a while ago, I'd rather spend my time drugging than fucking, I can fuck myself anytime or pull some gay fag from the bar and take care of it there. It really doesn't matter.

So we left to venture into the car to watch the sun rise triping balls everything was black and white, they were staring at me with zombie faces I proclaimed they were dead and they laughed at me, but I was right... they thought LSD was not fun or that they should be to cool to have fun, I laughed at them. They didn't want to play make pretend real, thats the best part in the deal fucking making rules up for new games and new realities manipulating pushing shoving yourself out of your mind... they sat and said they were bored so they left.

The sun came up and I was bored, the glow stick were fun offering time to swing and spin weee glowy things like they were part of me, we took off down the road to a graveyard where no one dare goes!!! but there was a couching waitng sitting watching so we took off the coushins and fucked for real this but our friend was a coward and wouldn't join the fun so we fucked on him to make him feel her breasts slap against his face. I fingered her ass while she tried to jerk him off. He was the fuck post, bored and pretty worthless, he denied the advances, so I came and then the police sirens came.

I ran away into the forest with my cocaine only to notice that no one was following so I had to "destroy the evidence" in case they showed up the only way i knew how. I snorted the whole bag and felt wired amped and ready to fuck some shit up, the only thing that sucked is it was cut with alot of meth so I had to spit alot out of my mouth, but I guess it was alirght.

We drove around slept at the park where some fat, glasses wearing balding loser, annoyingly stared me down with his white truck printed with the label of the home complex we were in. I owe you no explination mister bitch don't stare at me like that, I was leaving in my car anyways I already did all the drugs. There none left for your fat fucking face, so go away. You interrupted my sleep and I need a cigerette to calm down...

hmmm more drugs, we crashed parked in front of a Tacobell where highschool preps and spoiled brats were laughing through the night picking up hot chicks as they reved there cars and showed there cloths, I laughed if only they knew how much drugs we could do...I would give them more than enough, completely fuck there world up...it would be funny to see them squirm and scream as they tripped over everything, there weak minds so fragile...

we moved accross the street to the gas station so the bitch could pee I told her to go int the parking lot where everyone was watching it would be funny...

I slept in the back seat and woke up feeling like I had been up binging for days on meth and cocaine and droping acid to stay awake...hmmm how odd, I ate some food the girl had not eaten...it tasted good to not feel that stabing at my sides.
namaste:
do you really think i'm punk rock?
Aug 29, 2007

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