but she didn't 'catch' me in the middle of it....however i did have to dash into my lounge in-front of her to hide the cherryade bottle under a cushion on my sofa.....my tobacco and DMT were spread out on my windowsill in my openned 'tobacco box'.....i mean she literally barged in!!....our back gardens are linked...she lives in the house next door, she owns that house, i rent this one.....i've been renting this house for about 10 years....(this also happenned to be the house Mum rented when she first moved down to Cornwall and i joined her when i returned from Goa....but thats another story in itself and i'm blabbing on about shit again).........
....soooo....yeah...i had shut my back door as the handle on the outside is broken meaning that the back door cannot be openned from the outside when it is closed....this was to prevent a Mum invasion whilst i smoked my DMT.....i had been high as a kite....but not so much off with the fairies....but higher than i thought at the time....i hear a knocking on the back door.....i open it to see Mum armed with a box of clean washing (she does our laundry for us)....i try and just take it off her.....but she states 'i'm coming in!!!'.....FUCK....so i dash to hide what i can in that time.....i mean...she fucking has a good guess i bet what i was up to....ash tray with a part smoked 'joint' to start with....but she doesn't mention anything....she's already said in the past that she'd rather not know....how tf could i justify it anyway when the other week i'm descending on her telling her i'm going to die and here i am doing the same bullshit as i did back then......anyway....she turns a blind eye and continues up-stairs stating that it's her mid-week cleaning visit......so we start on my daughters clothes that are shoved into overspilling boxes under our bed....anyway...long story short...i'm sure the details of every stage of our mini tidy is of little interest even to myself......
.....as we are doing our little bit of team work i realise how mind fucked i am....but it wears off without causing any comment......Mum must know ffs as she also began tidying my kitchen that i had still got a jar with naptha from the extraction....she had ignored that but cleaned away things around it....she said nothing as i pick it up and find a container to pour it into......she's even left that jug with water to 'soak' obviously as she is unsure of the contents.....she starts to tell me about some lady she heard speaking on the Jeremy Vine show...???.....apparently this lady was talking about how she had felt aggrophobic and Mum thought of me......
so...yeah....that caught me off guard....now back to that spliff that i'm about to light up now Mum has gone...she's walking to tesco, asked if i wanted to go.....no thanks i say...hope she hasn't gone yet as its starting to tip it down....i'll leave this for now and maybe update it later...or maybe i won't....i'll just carry the fuck on, the DMT seems not to have the same effect as the firsst time but perhaps thats a good thing.....i only have one rizla left and a whole stack of tobacco with DMT that appears to have dissapeared into the tobacco itself making it indistinguishable from what is what....so i'll just roll that last rizla i have.....ah i found a pack of small rizlas....good fucking thing too as you really can't see what is what and i'm smoking it now with the cheryade bottle to hold the smoke....and i'm thinking this is a bit fucking silly really.......when it goes out i'll just leave it in the ashtray i think.....its out now....i'll leave it in the ashtray for now...and i also realise its brenda ann spencer....not barbara...and i won't give her capital letters because someone who does what she did does not fucking deserve them...let alone a fucking song written about it....how about that for some fucked up back handed compliment.....oh i shot some kids out my window with a gun coz i was fucked up and high...and get this guys...there's a fucking song written about me!!!
how fucked up is that
....soooo....yeah...i had shut my back door as the handle on the outside is broken meaning that the back door cannot be openned from the outside when it is closed....this was to prevent a Mum invasion whilst i smoked my DMT.....i had been high as a kite....but not so much off with the fairies....but higher than i thought at the time....i hear a knocking on the back door.....i open it to see Mum armed with a box of clean washing (she does our laundry for us)....i try and just take it off her.....but she states 'i'm coming in!!!'.....FUCK....so i dash to hide what i can in that time.....i mean...she fucking has a good guess i bet what i was up to....ash tray with a part smoked 'joint' to start with....but she doesn't mention anything....she's already said in the past that she'd rather not know....how tf could i justify it anyway when the other week i'm descending on her telling her i'm going to die and here i am doing the same bullshit as i did back then......anyway....she turns a blind eye and continues up-stairs stating that it's her mid-week cleaning visit......so we start on my daughters clothes that are shoved into overspilling boxes under our bed....anyway...long story short...i'm sure the details of every stage of our mini tidy is of little interest even to myself......
.....as we are doing our little bit of team work i realise how mind fucked i am....but it wears off without causing any comment......Mum must know ffs as she also began tidying my kitchen that i had still got a jar with naptha from the extraction....she had ignored that but cleaned away things around it....she said nothing as i pick it up and find a container to pour it into......she's even left that jug with water to 'soak' obviously as she is unsure of the contents.....she starts to tell me about some lady she heard speaking on the Jeremy Vine show...???.....apparently this lady was talking about how she had felt aggrophobic and Mum thought of me......
so...yeah....that caught me off guard....now back to that spliff that i'm about to light up now Mum has gone...she's walking to tesco, asked if i wanted to go.....no thanks i say...hope she hasn't gone yet as its starting to tip it down....i'll leave this for now and maybe update it later...or maybe i won't....i'll just carry the fuck on, the DMT seems not to have the same effect as the firsst time but perhaps thats a good thing.....i only have one rizla left and a whole stack of tobacco with DMT that appears to have dissapeared into the tobacco itself making it indistinguishable from what is what....so i'll just roll that last rizla i have.....ah i found a pack of small rizlas....good fucking thing too as you really can't see what is what and i'm smoking it now with the cheryade bottle to hold the smoke....and i'm thinking this is a bit fucking silly really.......when it goes out i'll just leave it in the ashtray i think.....its out now....i'll leave it in the ashtray for now...and i also realise its brenda ann spencer....not barbara...and i won't give her capital letters because someone who does what she did does not fucking deserve them...let alone a fucking song written about it....how about that for some fucked up back handed compliment.....oh i shot some kids out my window with a gun coz i was fucked up and high...and get this guys...there's a fucking song written about me!!!
how fucked up is that