New piece.
She’s lovely. Her name: Sheala. 
Cerridwen, Kilrain, Sheala, Molly, and of course- Jessica.
My lovely girls.
A Team Effort.
A sexual Redditor:
a peruser of Reddit who falls under the “Sexual Predator of Reddit” category.
My curfew was the street lights, my mom didn’t call my cell, she yelled my name, I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn’t eat what my mom cooked, then I didn’t eat. Sanitizer didn’t exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without helmet, getting dirty was OK, and neighbors gave a damn as much as your parents did. Re-blog if you drank water from a garden hose & survived.
There’s a lot of porn on my dash.
ALEX! CASSIDY! STOP MAKING MY DASH TURN ME ON!
FURTHERMORE- STOP MAKING MY DASH TURN MY FIANCE ON!
Also, this head buzz is making me laugh at err’thang.
See that? Yeah, that baggie? With the 3 X’s on it? That is XXX power Salvia extract. It produces a wild head high and a body lethargy at mildest, and a transforming trip at most severe. And you know what the best part is?
It’s legal.
RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU SMOKE THAT POT. I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER IS FACING AN ENQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT’S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE’LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!
Oh, and Ginny dear, congratulations on staying sober, your father and I are so proud.
Reading this has been the highlight to my otherwise dreadful night.
Just because he’s using a water pipe doesn’t make the substance pot. He could just be smoking tobacco, or salvia, or a blend of the two, or flavored tobacco, or mint, or anything. No big.
happiness angst envy
there was a while when I could look at you without worrying
and there was a while when you wouldn’t turn away, you’d meet my gaze
and I noticed once the change happened
there you were on the other side of things
and nothing was in between but
her and him and me and then
we never saw the past
as something real, it was make believe
it was
make believe.
lately now there has been a lot of distraction
and lately now there has been some misunderstanding
and lately now nothing really matters very much
and there is nothing between us
you and him and her and me and
we are just too much to hold back
and if you slip further into this
the trip will drive us insane.
it is all make believe, it is make believe.
I wrote this last night, but am posting today because I still like it. The premise was “Write a song encompassing happiness, angst, and envy.” So I did. I call it
Happiness
Angst
and Envy.
So today, we tried Salvia.
And because it is TOTALLY LEGAL and is sold OPENLY, I have no real remorse for it, nor will I apologize. My boys feel the same.
The results, terrifying and amazing, and I would like to go down the rabbit hole again sometime. Tomorrow is a good day for adventures.
This is the idea that places people like me in a very conformist place, and that is what one refers to as
4:20.
You see, generally, I have other things to do. Someone I loved very dearly took his life exactly one year ago. I would spend it this way. But I remember him clearly, telling me that flying would be such a brilliant experience, and that I should find my wings. And that’s what’s on my agenda.
Kevin’s trip was intense. Ryan’s was controlled, and mine lasted quite a long time, and came and went. Because of this, I feel as though I need to try again, to dig deeper into myself. Let the experimentation begin.
Sloan, if you’re reading this, Please do not think less of me. Please do not think that I’m wallowing in a drug induced stupor, because I’m not. But what I am doing is reclaiming what is mine, and opening my mind to a higher train of thought. Believe me, it’s not something I’m taking advantage of in a mirrored sense of solidarity- I’m campaigning against the idea of a higher battle. A higher inner struggle.
So it’s time for bed. And let tomorrow’s games commence.
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