propre

ey. i have things to be doing. this mess is my bedroom
sitting here typing this, shouldnt be
these receptors are on point
nigga came up today
cali visited along with my uncle purpe
boughta spin one up and launch
spark; now im flying with stars
dont forget the chez-its
definitely a must
rocks in my sack
nasal is rimmed in snuff
my pupils the size of marbles

feeling kinda open right now.
four walls too many.

balance my diana

ohh. sometimes i get these burst of expression. we dont show ourselves enough. always hiding, i guess its easier that way.

i want to smash something right now,  more than i want to cuddle with him. shattered glass wounds would always heal faster. thats what i guess it boils down to. what am i supposed to do?
creep creep creep, they're creeping in. they need to get away.
shoot shoot shoot, my point is on  the target
what soldiers knees shake at their enemies voice?
this battle doesnt exist. its time for a forfieght
to enwrapped to run
became a prisoner of war in a fight that i dont even fucking believe in

ohhh sugar

mhmm that shit is sweet. been feeding my tooth like a nympho.

indian grand opening.

role call:
tres mole-ay
supermans
green gats

dirty beans.

on the ground. turning around.
lights please, pretty please.
i cant sleep.

if i didnt...

would the sun rise? after all, arent we all connected...

this june, my heart melts.

pick me!

doses.

tis a beautiful morning.

coughs

visuals

overheating hungry daemon

clean glass

locatelli

fests

highlighters

wit

mathematics.

damn hippies!

mad love tho.

mira, mira!

The shadow

It is the "dark side" of the ego, and the evil that we are capable of is often stored there. Actually, the shadow is amoral -- neither good nor bad, just like animals. An animal is capable of tender care for its young and vicious killing for food, but it doesn't choose to do either. It just does what it does. It is "innocent." But from our human perspective, the animal world looks rather brutal, inhuman, so the shadow becomes something of a garbage can for the parts of ourselves that we can't quite admit to.
Symbols of the shadow include the snake (as in the garden of Eden), the dragon, monsters, and demons. It often guards the entrance to a cave or a pool of water, which is the collective unconscious

buggin.

time to have some fun this afternoon. straight dougie.

ehem.

seems that my wrists were bleeding in the last post. 'ew.

ive gots some things to do. his name is daemon. i love him. cant get enough of him.
i have just slept for 20 hours. gotta get to work.!

fairy dust.

so i am pretty stoned right now
ryan says that i should write down my thoughts
all of them
sometimes i wonder what i should do
with myself and my future, as well as my past
i get stuck in them
my past a lot more than the present
the future more than the past
but more likely than not, im thinking ambiguously
do we really need partners?
isnt everything always changing, always rotating, reincarnating
how are we supposed to commit to just one
where does this lack to commit stem from?
scary memories of the past lurk into my present
haunting my choices and shadowing my future
why cant i unleash this shackle?
damn pissed that things are this way
want to take an iron skillet to her head sometimes
instead ill straighten up these lines
maybe pop some caps and relax
figure some shit out thats been tangled up inside
i dont ever feel normal, whats that even fucking mean?
i feel like a trapezoid around a bunch of squares
their drive, i dont understand
different mindsets probably
it gets exhausting trying to blend
there are things that i like
i get excite!
sativa indica stares mother earth intimacy adrenaline
my uromastyx, daemon. his name for the time being.
ohhhh, i just want to smile about the things in my life
sometimes i cant sleep at night
i get plagued by the terrors of the day
i need a teddy
what good will that do me
too stuck on facts and feelings
cant even remember how to dream
thats probably why im this way
but i dont believe i could ever stop dreaming
maybe too much stimulation
im tired. peace.

midafternoon.

how i spend them.

we can kick it on the couch, you can roll it up
but i bought some shrooms if you really want to feel the room...
-o.f.

rolling.

figured i launch enough planes to be considered a pilot.

bout to board another one right now.

what i want.

 whats hitting the ears this morning.

slum.village

.
 Seems like I've waited to know, can we get closer?

freshbeats.

million young

fuck em all.

"got the girls having eargasms and the pleasure is us" -o.f.

b*tch sh*t.

one of my mains. love this girl, erR. thick and thin round and square. also 1/3 of illicks. represnt!

little bugger.

red lizard thing i caught the other day. needs a name. thinking about zoku or draco or mjusura or daemon... ahhh, i dont have a damn clue.


going to sit on a cloud and think about it now.

slice of heaven,

stfu.

morning crew.
this is new
i have things to do
its not me its you
peace, ill see ya in a few.