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38 lines
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This originally started out as a description of the drug 2 put on my site
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that i never got around to finishing. anyway, i was peaked at the time
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this was written. I was 16, and still high when my dad came back... i wuz
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lucky though, he didn't notice... 2 clear up a few things, chris is a
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friend, jesse is a guy with the same name as me who's my dealer. On to
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the rambling:
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DMX High:
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kinda cool. dont do this unless your experienced with other drugs. I keep
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forgetting to breath and chew. u basically get drunk for the first little
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while. After that. you lose controdl of you body. it reealy fuckecd up.
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im writing while im stoned on it. this is weird. i barfed. it was gross.
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i saw things that i dont remeber eating. you loose control of your body.
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its weird. im afraid im going to stop breating and die i hope i dont do
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that. god i hope i dont do that. god isnt real. gods an asshole. this is
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.ike a diary of a madman. ozzy osbourne. this is fukced. dtom is cool.
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my head is twitching. im in no control. i want the drug to go away now.
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my dads gonna be home anytime soon so make it go away. i wanted to see
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calvin today but i got too tired. so i sat down on the old bathtub and
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looked at the grass. i have been typing like an idiot. i hope this stuff
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goes away soon. my eyes have been bulgy for along time and i feel like im
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gettting taller now. when i shake my head i trip. dont try to write
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descriptions of highs when your high. its not a good idea i cant do this
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much longer. my brain has a weight on ti. my fingers are of their own. i
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talk like a guy from the 50s. the monitors shrunk. bad high man. bad high.
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hey chris. im gonna send this to you. my chair is getting really tal and
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my maonitor is goin away. that f22 game is cool. can i borrow it. i want 2
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copy it and sell it to gordon for 10 bucks. and my keyboard isnt real for
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some reason nothing is real right now and my head is on something by
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something thin an i feel like mr. mcaky when he was doing drugs and his
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head floated away and he was like helllo boys, r u staying out of trouble.
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yes mr. macky. ok then, bye. im just gonna float over here now. im insane.
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these are the words of guy who is a loser is not having a good time right
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now. jesse sold him druggs and now drgs are playing with jesse. jesse
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is not jesse. drugs r jesse. im not. jesse. bye. birdies.
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