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The proud, the few, the Dark Side
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2015-07-20 at 4:05 PM UTCI have reached a state of mild dysthmia recently. I wake up, take my amphetamine dosage, crank out puzzles for six hours, walk up and down the street to buy cigarettes and energy drinks with the posture of someone tremendously manic on crack, and then that wears off and I have nothing to do except stare at my high quality logic pussies for a few hours. I have the teen social but I don't know why I go because I have no social skills, so I mostly go there to try to steal shit, not rly, lol feds. Two days ago I found a spice joint on the ground, took one hit, and got higher than a fucking DMT blastoff where I was talking to my furniture telepathically and praying to HPPD gods not to die. I puked three times off one hit and slept for 17 hours that day after my dad called the ambulance on me for pulling a fork on him even though things were fine. Like, he kept on trying to pull the joint out of my hand so I wouldn't willingly overdose another 3-6 times but then I pulled a fork out of the drawer and told him not to come any closer and he threatened to beat me up. Oh well. A man on a fix without a fix is not much of a man at all as I always say circa 2 days ago. Then when I was in the emergency room this fat black lady had to do an EKG on me and I looked her in the eye and she got super nervous because I'm qt even when I don't shower for a week cuz negative symptoms of schizophrenia and this n that. I just have NOTHING to do all of the time except smoke drug and starcraft which is a pretty cool combination because then the starcraft characters turn into like trading cards that are battling each other in real time. It's great. Yea.
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2015-07-20 at 5:03 PM UTCSploo download Hatred, i think you'll like that game.
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2017-02-24 at 2:05 AM UTC
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2017-02-24 at 2:56 AM UTC
Originally posted by The I have reached a state of mild dysthmia recently. I wake up, take my amphetamine dosage, crank out puzzles for six hours, walk up and down the street to buy cigarettes and energy drinks with the posture of someone tremendously manic on crack, and then that wears off and I have nothing to do except stare at my high quality logic pussies for a few hours. I have the teen social but I don't know why I go because I have no social skills, so I mostly go there to try to steal shit, not rly, lol feds. Two days ago I found a spice joint on the ground, took one hit, and got higher than a fucking DMT blastoff where I was talking to my furniture telepathically and praying to HPPD gods not to die. I puked three times off one hit and slept for 17 hours that day after my dad called the ambulance on me for pulling a fork on him even though things were fine. Like, he kept on trying to pull the joint out of my hand so I wouldn't willingly overdose another 3-6 times but then I pulled a fork out of the drawer and told him not to come any closer and he threatened to beat me up. Oh well. A man on a fix without a fix is not much of a man at all as I always say circa 2 days ago. Then when I was in the emergency room this fat black lady had to do an EKG on me and I looked her in the eye and she got super nervous because I'm qt even when I don't shower for a week cuz negative symptoms of schizophrenia and this n that. I just have NOTHING to do all of the time except smoke drug and starcraft which is a pretty cool combination because then the starcraft characters turn into like trading cards that are battling each other in real time. It's great. Yea.
You should write song lyrics and send them to BlackSabbath so they can make some real good devil music. -
2017-02-24 at 4 AM UTC
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2017-02-24 at 4:04 AM UTCyes
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