Journals Part 2

Journals part 1

Trips....

There is one drug that makes more sense than any else, has taken me far and changed my perspectives on the world- far different from shrooms in its nature, not so instantly euphoric; you get into a drowsy state of nothingness forced to contemplate what’s going down... grabbed by the heals and forced to the next dimension. I lay in my bed, begging for an end not willing to see the sights before me, the has been- the truth and they could be... I have spoken to the energy that carries us all, what is commonly known as god.. I have learnt insights. I have died and been reborn.

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Tuesday... doing my bit

GO!

If you play with fire....

All sorted, he got the shit kicked out of him- better then what could have happened- seriously stressed out still, hope that J is ok...

should be overnow, but you can't judge this

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oh what a day

Liar liar, the end of the road is soon for people that I formerly called friends; I'm shacked up here in Greenfields being a right little curtain twitch-er and hoping that all was said in a haze of alcohol rather than people having any real intentions. Its been a long day, one that should have ended far earlier, with less of this shit to deal with. I'm in the right need for a cigarette, but have neither the money nor the ability to leave the house to surcum to these needs. Bubble bath is in need!