Sep 9, 2022
All the way down are cherubs. They’re little black beings with tiny faces who sit on walls and attack kid who look their way. I know that it sounds weird but hear me out. Remember when you were in the woods and the sun was setting? Remember there was that feeling of needing to get back to the shuttle? That’s where the gold was.
That day was the first time you ever saw those black beings! They came out of the woods, zapped you with their cocks, and then flew you down to Singapore for some noodles! THAT is the truth, you racist dictator.
The angry lady was hurting. In fact, she was hurting so bad that it caused so much pain in her feet. It started to multiply and then something very strange happened. It was basically a lifting of the tectonic plates. All the cities were catapulted into the sky. Many beings died. They met their moms on the other side. They also learned that this whole time they’d been fucking their relatives. They had no idea…
But more on that later. For now I’d like to bring your attention back to a more serious issue. It involves cocks. I need you to admire the man penis. Pleases appreciate for a moment just how EFFICIENT this technology is. It sends little babies to the point of no return.. they never knew what hit them. This is very serious stuff, buddy. You feel my sorrow?
I feel like I’m expecting some pain. I’m supposed to be suffering. I’m supposed to hurt. I’m wanting some excitement. What the fuck. Why do I need this rush. Goddddddd. What the fuck. I just want it but then I feel like shit later on. But fuckkkkkkkk I’m spending so much time craving!!!! It’s the strangest thing. It really boggles the mind and forces one to ask the question- am I a sherpa?
That’s so cool. That colour up their in the sky is the same colour as my soul. It’s violet!!! And it’s got tentacles. Please take me to heaven so I can understand better. Please let me feel your tits so that I may know the riddles of the universe. Neil and Bob and Larry are waiting for me in eternity. I want to see their faces when they realized how wrong they were. But they’re me. Why do I want suffering for myself? Why do I wanna go out and smoke? I fucking really really want to. I wanna go smoke a joint by the water, listen to some music, come back and eat junk food and watch videos about cool things like aliens and ancient civilizations. And then I’d play some music and do some more random writing. I fucking want to do this. And I gotta suffer and keep saying no non no no no no for some reason. It just hurts. I just wish I didn’t crave weed in the first place. I’m so excited to leave this house. There’s an energy here that makes me do things impulsively. I noticed it when I got back from the retreat and dog sitting. As soon as I stepped into the house I could just feel this funny feeling. It’s hella strong.