Relapsing is fun
Relapsing is fun
Post your track marks you shit ass junkie
Why do drugs always gotta be associated with Illuminati and the devil?
I’d rather just have the drugs without all that evil shit.
Dont die faggot you have no tolerance
Post rig
Dirtbikes are fun
Drugs are for fags
Go to na meetings, several a day. Get some help, that life sucks ass. Been there
You’re a real fuckup huh. Best to go out with a bang
what the fuck is that shit? rolling papers? lmao
Kek jesus christ you banging that shit into an elephant?
Also ny, nj, or pa?
what the fuck are going to use those?? dont you have a needle exchange or a way to get proper new clean fits?
Ct
Are you the guy/girl from 12 monkeys?
what is that shit
hope you OD faggot
Have you considered necking yourself rather than being a continous emotional, physical, and financial drain on all of productive society?
Thanks for the cupcakes
Thanks for shitting on the sidewalk, reduced property value, and forcing decent people to subsidize your lack of self control, you burnout wasteoid.
Wanna buy a case of redbull?
At the bottom of a pigpile
Person X sits
Tangled up in trunks and limbs
The room is so full of fucking opinions
That only the biggest people can move at all
And when they do
Which is on the border of desperation
Some poor little unfortunate gets pinched in the process
And gets hurt
And starts shrieking
And if anybody is bleeding
They are immediately taken out
By two gorillas who take them to the main chimp
Who brow-beats them and decides to feed them fewer bananas
If none of these treatments work to stop the bleeding
They are carted off to the zoo
Otherwise, we wait and sleep and sleep and wait
And scream and wait and scream again
So welcome to the hospital, you stupid animal
The illuminati operates it all.
Bible says it's not a good idea to do drugs that really mess you up cause its easier for demons to mess with you and oppress you.
As always, druggies write some inane rambling they think is profound when in reality its the pseudointellectual babbling of some poor retard trying to feel as if he's not a complete failure because "the main chimp" brow beat them
What the fuck bro how hard is it for you to get a vein?
So you shoot shrooms spores? Kek
Point A didn't work out, so we moved on to point B
Which was where everybody was hanging out anyways
At first there was a lot of talk about point C
And some speculation about D, and the points after that
But as time went by at point B
This kind of talk made everybody annoyed
I mean, point A hadn't worked out for anyone
Except for a couple folks in the past
And they just receded immediately to point C, supposedly
Actually for most people at point B
If you could gain their confidence
They'd practically scraped out A's existence
The more time that passed at point B
More suspect even the idea of point A became
Not just for us, but really for anyone
Including those people who left
So we trashed point A because it worked great wonders for us
In consoling ourselves about the fact that point B
Had begun to look increasingly like a permanent home for us
So there were a few ladies around, dreamer types
Who refused to cop to point B
And suddenly insisted on this possibility
As well as C, D, E and on out to Z
But this made everybody feel bad, you know
Like they were lacking, or failing
So it was tacitly agreed upon that these people were just crazy
And since they wouldn't pledge their allegiance to point B
It was hard to accommodate them
But some usefuls eventually made a bit
Which didn't pay well
But seemed to appease them
And amuse the rest of us for a while
Until the bulk of them developed dehabilitating addictions
And died off
Then we were sad
But not overly so, and not for too long
Because it was these addictions that did them in
Not point B, not us
I mean, christ, we gave them what they wanted
Which was condescending applause for their little dances and songs
Pictures and skits, humorous memoirs
Filled with melodramatic and ridiculous nonsense
All about points A and C
Which, come on, you know it's useless
If you live in the real world
Shit, I couldn't get anything done anyways
Because people are always calling me on the telephone
Saying, "We love you Jesse, we love you Joseph
We love you Helmet, we love you Draco
We love you Tricky Dick, we love you Lawn, Ron
And even Dan, even though you can't spell for shit
But we don't love you
Despite the fact that you have no vision
But because you don't and we don't either"
I could barely keep my own campaign going
With all the freaks and distractions from point B
Much less drum up some interest about other people's crap
In other people's places
You can't live in a castle made out of sand unless it's got a sand bank
That dispenses actual paper currency
I mean, the point is we live here, in the middle, point B
Much less drum up some interest about other people's crap
In other people's places
You can't live in a castle made out of sand unless it's got a sand bank
That dispenses actual paper currency
I mean, the point is we live here, in the middle, point B
So get with the fucking program
Sure you might ask, "What is the program?"
And I won't really be able to tell you
But I will really be able to rent it
And that's good enough for me, because that's the way things are
Point A, point C, D, T, O, M, A, T, O, E
TOMATOE
New world fire
Until it isnt