hey we were gonna lean against that wall with the stonework that feels kinda sharp but not in a way that adequately conveys that touching it with your skin even a little bit is going to absolutely fucking cover you in completely invisible papercut style wounds that you only notice when you next get your hands wet, if you wanted to come along for the ride
every day i hit the duane
me after finding out my father died (his middle name was duane)
every day i hit the duane
shrooms are fine but i miss acid
and the “fell for it again” award goes to little miss nighttime psychedelics
I ATE A BIG BAG OF FACTORY REJECT SEEDS UNTIL A HEALTHY FLOWER UNFURLED IN MY CHEST …
I MISTOOK THE SENSATION FOR LOVE AND DIED.