ganja god
Bluelighter
Flip to a random page in your journal and post it. Here's mine;
I lay in bed and medicate myself with fantasy. Then reality nags at me and reminds me of my self inflicted toil. This sweet sadness that is the fabric of humanity, of undeniable self pity and pride. I dig my head deeper under the pillow. I can forget myself in that dark oblivion between crass echoes of truth. But you can only stay in bed for so long. Eventually you have to play along. It isn't making concessions, its living life.
"oh you'll get your's yet, however big you think you are
you'll get yours yet."
Don't believe me, I'm a liar.
Don't decieve me, of that I tire.
Let he who is without sin throw the first stone.
Yet it is he who doesn't care who breaks the bones.
And he who is afraid and hides away,
He who hesitates sees his life fray.
Screaming, howling, jumping, poop slinging monkeys, with nuclear detonators, playing with the lives on their finger tips...And I'm just supposed to fucking meditate it off?!?!?!?!
I lay in bed and medicate myself with fantasy. Then reality nags at me and reminds me of my self inflicted toil. This sweet sadness that is the fabric of humanity, of undeniable self pity and pride. I dig my head deeper under the pillow. I can forget myself in that dark oblivion between crass echoes of truth. But you can only stay in bed for so long. Eventually you have to play along. It isn't making concessions, its living life.
"oh you'll get your's yet, however big you think you are
you'll get yours yet."
Don't believe me, I'm a liar.
Don't decieve me, of that I tire.
Let he who is without sin throw the first stone.
Yet it is he who doesn't care who breaks the bones.
And he who is afraid and hides away,
He who hesitates sees his life fray.
Screaming, howling, jumping, poop slinging monkeys, with nuclear detonators, playing with the lives on their finger tips...And I'm just supposed to fucking meditate it off?!?!?!?!
