Her name was Gracie. It wasnt peaceful. I crushed up some fent and kpin to try to help her but by the time i was putting it in tbe needle she was already gagging blood and struggling for breath. She was a really good cat and im mad i didnt do more. I knew she had a bunch of things wrong, and knew i couldnt afford to treat her cancer but if id known it was a facial abcess thatd do her in i wouldve gladly paid the money for antibiotics to keep this from happening. She found me years ago in the back yard when i was in withdrawals and sick and she loved me when no one else did. Love u bbygurl.
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POLECAT
POLECAT is a motherfucking ferret
[my presentably immunised ammonification]
o u no me johnny, I'm hiding up on my mountain, snowmobiling and avoiding people and work. fighting with morons on the interweb and staying OUT of trouble
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everywhere and nowhere. didn't ever bug me either way but least few months i been a changing. guess in a drunken blurry sleepy way looking for the meaning to life, questioning shit and real shit literally shit, and dissecting things people myself...
than laughing my ass for thinking about all this shit while drunk and sleeping it all off... than groundhog day comes along again. laughing at typing all this shit out. there ain't no meaning to nothing... i find that funny too
where have you been? i'm still right here pole
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A lot of times my dreams disintegrate into near nothingness when I wake up, only remembering like a visual snapshot of the last moment in the dream. About once or twice a week I'll have a dream where I can remember most of what happens. Those are my favorite, I wish it happened more often.
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Weird dream last night. I was down in a ravine near a little trickling creek and I found lots of cool dream mushrooms. They were huge, between knee to waist height and very much unlike any real life mushrooms. I picked a couple big ones and was pleased with myself, but then I couldn't get back up the side of the ravine. The sides were too steep and whenever managed to get close to the top gravity would kind of wig out and start changing directions like a salvia trip.
Eventually after calling out a few times some random bystanders reached down from the top and sort of pulled me up and out. I needed both hands and had to leave the strange mushrooms behind. I went back to my "home," which was this sort of prefabricated shed thing with a ladder that went up to a small loft. I went inside the shed and went up to the loft where a bed was. On the bed was one of my elementary school friend's mom. I approached the bed and she stirred and instantly started talking dirty to me. As she talked dirty, I felt pleasure coming from my crotch region. A boner rapidly grew and erupted from my pants. She kept speaking to me in a dumpster-slut pornstar manner and magically, telekinetically enchanting my woody with her words. After a minute or so I pulled up the covers to reveal the lower half of her lingerie-clad body and leaned over, deposited some spooge on her leg. Then I woke up.
Luckily I did not jizz the bed, close call.
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I was at the Tool concert that I'm going to this Sunday (shameless humblebrag because I'm so excite and waited me whole life) and for whatever reason there was a blackjack table right in front of where we were sitting
It was intermission and everyone was losing and my friend just out a five foot high stack of chips down and I got pissed off and grabbed them and hucked them into the crowd then angrily went to go take a piss and when I came back I reached for my phone but it wasn't in my pocket and I panicked and then saw a phone on my chair but it was some old flip phone that wasn't mine and is tarted panicking more because I thought I lost my phone and then I kinda half woke up and reached over and felt my real phone on my bed and realized it was a dream and had the proverbial oh it was just a dream thank goodness sigh of relief
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Originally posted by Kafka
I have a coke spoon in my purse and razor blade.
I have fashioned for myself, a little gadget. It holds a coke spoon, a razorblade and one surface has plexiglass for when you wanna make a proper line. It also has two smol bottles that can hold a G each. It even has a zipper. Looks like a thing you'd keep your earbuds in. It's pretty dope. I also machined a little tube that comes apart in the middle so it can fit also, you just lock it in place when you wanna do a line by pushing the ends together.
I have a tendency to over engineer things and generally following the KISS principle.
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Originally posted by Aleister Crowley
Wariat getting bullied by Algerian Frogs, what a faggot.
So please tell me how you would have responded without it leading to have to beat his face in? Maybe thats what I should have done but passive agressive shit is just bullshit that doesnt phase me. It shos me the garbage who hang out there as those females were garbage too and just showed me not to waste my time and energy around these 20 something yr old neage metrosexual or yuppie faggits and they prbably were woke metoo garbage anyway.
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I was at this die street bar this side bar street small alley and these fucking yuppies were there from diff countries in their 20s and this fucking dude just irked the fuck out of me from france. he basically just out of the blue got uncomfortable because the yuppie bitches called him on his bullshit and one of them said youre friend over there doesnt agree or some shit and he was like hes not my friend. and i was like what the fuck how do i react to this bitch talking shit to me. this lame looking frenchmen like mixed with some arabic shit probably as he asnt pure french but sort of dark but they all act like this guys. they all have this superiority complex or attitude. and i said something like i thought france and poland are friends. and he said yea but youre not my friend. i said something no im not your friend or some shit and left.
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Rihanna is a February Pisces ...I adore her ..the Pisces Queen..but being a March Pisces..i connect personality wise more with Jhene'Aiko..
The funny thing is i knew jhene'was a match pisces before i looked it up..i always knew she was a Pisces but never knew the date till now ...hell i was just assuming but wanted to be sure ...but she acts just like a March Pisces..
I'm high rambling lol
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