i hate the layout of this blog now.  i have garlic bread jammed in my throat and its hard to swallow

i just sit sit here listening to mgmt

in this lighting that makes me pleasantly uncomfortable

salvia scares me as i almost entered that world 

i felt under the sea  hands clammy mouth freshly wet

arms floating eyes welling up

i can breathe under water but i was scared it would fade away

olivia was loud in her trip i

 was scared she'd wake my parents

hey mom and dad we're just smoking a legal drug old in a store that is apparently stronger than LSD

lucy in the sky with diamonds

pot is my safety net, i would much rather do what i usually do 

without worrying and barricading doors for harder drugs

it's a huge part of my life and i wish i could tell them

other times i feel i just do it cuz im bored

like now the best feeling is knowing i can watch a fantastic movie and 

smoke from the Lebanese 

Blonde and feel real good

and then have no problem sleeping

then to wake up in hours eat lasagna for lunch and go to olivias

to move her room around and then work and then do the exact same thing i will be doing

its something to rely on, that i can rely on 

thats exactly it