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I did mushrooms with Hannah the other day. And I went crazy. We laughed from the Whale Wall, through Bastion Square, through the mall and up to the Food Court smoking deck. From then on Hannah said Guggle after everything she said. I thought I was in a garden, and there were flamingos all around me. We watched some chick eat and she looked like a cow. After we peaked ... we came down. We started having bad trips. We split up and went home. I was so confused ... Kenny saved me, well, at least got me change, and got me on the right bus. When I got home I think I went crazy. Here I what I wrote. For some of this I was talking to Hannah on my cell, and for the last part I was talking to Kevin. .... I went crazy.
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I'm going mad. So it has come. The scornful day when the moronics have spoke. The ignoramus will have be known as they are scorned. Speak their minds in stolen whispers. Seek thy devine sorrow. Unbenownst are you. Crave you in secret. Hidden I lock my thoughts. Crowned for you thou shall suffer. Crisp like the sun. Wet like the morn. Can thou see me. Touch me. Tell me I'm there. I'm a mad woman in the corners. Cradled by the sheets. Filty like no other. Ashamed and malfuntional. Driven. Guggle. Earlobes are the root. Voices are it. I'm going to die as I put on my shirt. Horrifying. I'm insane. The worst but the best. Clinically diswraught. Hopes are shatted. Flamingo kiss. Spicket. Hopefully swank. Unclean, unkept fingers. Just like a box. Tickle me like a shroud wink. Mushroom sex. Rape the willing. Eat me and bend me. Hannah is like no other. Safety. Broughten me to clean, where as to Bryce. Words written on the ass speak the truth. Kiss the madness. Before it is un contempt. Anger ridden. Parential guidance. Love. Pop. Whispers truth. Modest artist. The phone is dead. Death is here. Listen *dotdotdot* Cuffuffling Dilerius. Disapperearing act of tears. Brilliant. Utter intelligence. Hatred. Hated topics. Charged and bandaged. I sweat under trance. Trace lost in a coma. Comahhh. Comet. Sacha is the horny malfunction. Pages of Paul. Thoughts of purity. Taking a toke. Taking back what. Jungle of youth. Piss swallows of Canada. Come and get me. Calling you. Watching as I call myself. Pop. I'm never doing drugs like this again. The memory. I felt the history I've awaken. It's magical. The demon inside me is HUGE. Let it speak. Let me roar. Cradle me now. Tortured by ******. Unclean thoughts for that boy unknown by me wander my ickle mind. Lurid and decrepped as that maybe. Groin thoughts. Kenny sent me home. Condemed. Sacha bathed. I am now insane. Thoughts of 40's. Grave night. Call me now. Disgusted with my inabit inablity to spell. This madness prevails. Gothi"que" sends yew yes yew you farewell. I've had enought of these thoughts. Dedempt. Unseen. Unheard. I've leard. The pen is the speaker. The inhabilizer. I learned my life long lesson. But my mind reprossed. Takes them back like tis not mine. Help? I have a new out look on life. I will not judge. I will be thankful. I can speak. I can write. To those foreign. I'm talking to Kevin. Oooo. Tomorrow today yesterday. Mushrooms. Smoorhsum. Nivek. What should I say. What time is it. Wa sol I a watm ii. I have my sister. Rocneps. Daynuh. Spencor. Sausage. 944. Payotee. Sopping wet. It's like illegal. Put Kevin in a glass box. Take each others socks off.
| Scratched that for 2 hours straight |
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| Bad mushroom trip .. Not doing that for ALONG time |
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Ignore all the spelling mistakes. I was to mad to know how to spell. I'm usually not that bad of a speller. The person who I didn't name, is well an Infatuation. One that I never see. Most of you probably know who I'm talking about. It's obvious. But it doesn't matter. I know it, and if you don't, that's all that matters.
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