I really don't give a fuck about race at this point. Drugs and jail/prison may have led me to say "nigger" a few more times than necessary but at the end of the day I want to steal the black man's women (black/redbones) which he really doesn't want anyways because the white girl is the ultimate prize(she isn't) so I'm just gonna continue to smash redbones and stumble around like a methed out zombie..feels aesthetic as fuck brahs.
Everytime I shit it is a colossal length...I mean it's seriously a 6 footer since I usually go 5+ days without shitting...it's an ice head thing I think...but then after that it's a two-three day shit fest...sucks brahs.
I didn't even know about the hurricane until I logged into my usps account this morning...I am the ultimate disconnect from the outside world..well...the world past three counties outside of my own..in a way it's comforting living inside my own little tri-state bubble.
Some I think are shit, some I like…. but its all just afternoons spent with friends making dreck at park tables instead of digging our graves so even in mediocrity its a constructive habit to converse over with a few heads and a blunt. My friend likes pasting her butts onto everything so excuse the repetitions
Post last edited by Erorr at 2017-08-30T00:42:49.145436+00:00
That's actually some pretty cool shit. I would encourage you to continue these things...whatever they are called.
You need an upside down fedora in front of you while trying to rhyme about gangsta shit. Oh and of course have a disgustingly cheap 40 ounce bottle of malt liquor in your hands whilst rapping. Bam I just created a work at home job for you.
Errbody say they they got haters Errbody got paper guess ain't nobody broke But who is me to talk about the next nigga out here flexin' When I did it before And who is you to talk about this whip ain't mine But you see a nigga in it with the top down Boy you sound like a hater on the front line I'mma hit the block for ya one more time Errbody got some to say, errbody wanna hate If ya ask me err'bitch gay, in the club dancing on her friend Tryna pretend, when ya know you go both ways Err'nigga think that shit cool, don't you be fooled You should bring ya friend home witcha Tell ya eat her pussy then you can't be mad Cause ya should've never gave me the wrong picture
Errbody wanna be a dope boy Errbody wanna be a coke boy, errbody got a choppa Errbody get money, errbody say they from the hood Errbody real but they not boy Err'bitch say that she a bad bitch Errbody on Instagram lookin like they mad rich but they not Errbody say they started from the bottom now they at the top
I have finally come to terms I died around Halloween last year with my worst enemy and love of my life in a tragic car accident in full size pick up in Manchester, OH. It really explains why my life makes no fucking sense and everyone seems strange and sometimes outright not themselves as if replicas have replaced them. Nothing makes sense and yet I already inexplicably know answers to things that happen that I couldn't possibly know. I AM A GHOST!
The "emptyness" look is probably just lack of dopamine and vitamin deficiency...I go through this almost weekly...luckily I'm smart enough/have enough willpower to take at least a weekly break. I'd recommend even longer breaks for people using for a year +. Right now I'm starting a two week no dope break*INB4IDIETHISWEEK*
EDIT: I'm sorry to hear about your brother and old friend. The bright side is it seems to have motivated you to live a drug free life and possibly be a better person. Good on you.
Post last edited by RestStop at 2017-08-29T00:19:26.343933+00:00
Reminiscing about killing all those people in Cali in the 60's...secretly rich while maintaining he's on that poverty time with raid dementia and poor eye sight...actually the dementia thing might be legit the rest is lies though.
I've been eating cocoa peebles, Trix, and occasionally wheaties I'm a total foodie when it comes to breakfast items. For candy basically anything that is red, green, or blue. Anything that is purpple, orange or yellow blows for e.
I've dated hookers more or less. You just gotta tell yourself it's a vacation and then you have to come back home to reality. Sure it can be a long drawn out vacation but just know you ain't at home.
