Hehh fuck this no contact tihng. I'm locking both my doors so you have no choice but to come in and say hi. I won't tell if you won't!! I'd ask you bring eve but she'd narc on us. I miss her so much. If this thing blows over and i don't end up with a 3 to 5 years and 10000$ fine and they drop the no contact arrangement i'm all about being killer friends for the moment. Just as of late i need friends...i seem to be running out. As for just talking with someone....hehh. Yeah i'm jealous but i'm also at ease to know your happy for the moment. I miss them both soo much but this will be over soon hopefully.
But for the moment i'm waking up doing a line of speed drinking coffee. Than i clean. than I smoke a ton of dope periodically through the day. I work. Than i consume a bottle of tession out in the parking lot at work before heading home. The ride sweats anticipation and trip kicks in about 2 blocks from my apartment. From there i put on my hat my glasses and my dart gun and flashlight and head into the woods. Last night i was by the water watching the waves. The came rolling in. They were about 10 to 8 feet tall, hammering the rocks with all there might. Spiting white foam onto my face. The tempature had droped to the point where each gust of wind sent 1000 tine spiders crawling down my spine. The synopisis of my brain spurting out random bursts of endorphins made me forget about how much its gonna hurt when i wake up without you, and made remeber the ephoria i experianced in playing with her daughter. Dxm gives you a childlike sense of being. I feel 6 years old again and my imagination is calling the shots. A burst of lake michigan sprays me in the face calling my attention to reality for a second (however fleating). Eve would have loved this. Than the drug endused haze creeps over my vission. I close my eyes for a second and see pelthora of colors in the shape of an angel. I know its only a mild halloucination. Besides...angels wear glasses instead of wings.
But for the moment i'm waking up doing a line of speed drinking coffee. Than i clean. than I smoke a ton of dope periodically through the day. I work. Than i consume a bottle of tession out in the parking lot at work before heading home. The ride sweats anticipation and trip kicks in about 2 blocks from my apartment. From there i put on my hat my glasses and my dart gun and flashlight and head into the woods. Last night i was by the water watching the waves. The came rolling in. They were about 10 to 8 feet tall, hammering the rocks with all there might. Spiting white foam onto my face. The tempature had droped to the point where each gust of wind sent 1000 tine spiders crawling down my spine. The synopisis of my brain spurting out random bursts of endorphins made me forget about how much its gonna hurt when i wake up without you, and made remeber the ephoria i experianced in playing with her daughter. Dxm gives you a childlike sense of being. I feel 6 years old again and my imagination is calling the shots. A burst of lake michigan sprays me in the face calling my attention to reality for a second (however fleating). Eve would have loved this. Than the drug endused haze creeps over my vission. I close my eyes for a second and see pelthora of colors in the shape of an angel. I know its only a mild halloucination. Besides...angels wear glasses instead of wings.