My brain is stuggling. I need a trip. I need it now. I need the horrible introspective hours of catatonic despair.
White rabbit......
Saturday, July 18, 2009
If you drop nine trips in both eyelids, you might want to stay away from high rise cribs
Is this what my life is destined to become? Getting stoned and reading Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas every night?
No. I was made to chase the white rabbit across the surrealistic pillow....
No. I was made to chase the white rabbit across the surrealistic pillow....
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