i lose money all the time, and i feel just as free as i feel broke.  i don’t have a “reliable form of transportation”..i have a couple of feet that carry me as fast as i can run.

i don’t have a liscence, i lost it being a renegade toward society.

i used to shoplift all the time, not because i needed things, but because i wanted to test how sly i could be, and never get caught. as if i needed something to run away from.

i lost my sister when i was 11, one of the few people in my life that i could speak to.  now i’m a bit schizophrenic, but i have all the friends inside my head that i could possible create within imagination, and they all have my face.   …but don’t call me crazy, i don’t commune with crosses and pretend that imaginary people in the sky will give me eternal life on a seperate plane.

i may not have much, compared to the world around me.  i may have nothing compared to all those rich idiots who drool over trinkets of deceit.

never have i felt compelled to be anything more than the body that supports my mind.  i live day by day, until the death i deserve graces me. and then my mind will rest eternally.

we all wait to dissolve in the gigantic complex of matter around us.  and may we all eventually “become one” when “here” becomes “there” and the center becomes the perimeter.

what drags an aspiration to the level of want, where Greed sinks its mean little fingers into your mind.

its a pleasure to build this in your mind, the thought of recieving.  maybe the anticipation involved…  keeping you curiously on the edge of the unknown.

…and then failure.  or success…    the emotional peak is surpassed by the very object of desire.  you lose no matter what.

you either reach dissappointment, or a short sense of happiness with a burden of satisfaction…  *(will the next satisfactory object be as pleasing)*

as you build a totem face by face…  you notice things become less tangible than before…  and we need ladders sometimes.

but what if we’re getting shorter….and shorter…and our happiness is no longer in reach…  or will it ever be?

lose all the money and possessions you’ve ever crossed…and live like a dethroned king.

or have nothing and gain everything… and realize how quickly you become bored with your new trinkets.

i guess those who know greed know nothing about moderation.

i smell blood in every breath i take; nothing could whipe away the terror in the back of my mind.

…so i smoke so much marijuana, not to be in a stupor, but to find the greatest way to avoid a version of reality i’d never wished to see.

i guess you could say i love drugs.  though doctors aren’t my friends, they know the very purpose of prescriptions; as well do i…. in the pursuit of satisfaction.

i’m not pleased with my bodies source of dopamine, or the chemical flood that makes my nerves bite through the skin.  i’m under a soft blanket of happiness, that seems to make me sweat in all the heat of misery.

…to be honest i dislike drugs.  i dislike their addictive properties.  hmmm…. lacking the ability to distinguish what form of an addiction will leave one with a needle stuck in his arm, with the thought of the next needle as soon as the high dwindles.

you become one with a substance.  you escape reality briefly.  you love it.

///your body becomes accustomed to your new pleasure, your body begs for you to retrieve it.///  now you’re hooked.  haha.

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Riding on a lost highway; or maybe we were just lost and on some random highway.

I usually don’t get the paranoid sense when i smoke herb, yet certain things can incite the feeling.  Like sitting on the side of the road and a random paramedic tails your vehicle with the flashing lights on.  I don’t quite understand why he had to use the lights, but they worked.  Your attention gets racked and somehow the bag of pot you had in your pocket is now inside your mouth and your eyes so wide…  wanting to swallow and cooincidentally spit at the same time.

It just so happened they pulled up on the wrong parked vehicle with their disco lights on; just up the road there was a pregnant woman giving birth.

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snazzy dresser. sloppy eater.

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Venn Diagram of the Day: A few weak points (Frankenstein’s monster, m’kay?), but you get the gist.

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