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trip toker loves blunts and acid

Avalon mushroom blitzcreig audio crisis fuck your religion

About Me

Milking the govererment 4 socail security who'll do all your drugs if you let me kinda guy that does art and music as an excuse for not having a job so lick your self with a retarded look in your eye and stop breeding just keep drooling over my art cuz thats how I like it. Smoke bush and burn some weed and always don't take 2 many shrooms lsd and specail k are a great mix just take the acid 30 minutes before the k. I am pleased with my body when its covered in alien fungus. The philosophy of my art comes from murkin a planet at the center of the universe I did 3 years in mental hospital because I refused medication and I know theres a difference between insanity and personality true insanity is a rare and beautiful thing. stop being emo, quit your job try a new drug save needles as a replacement 4 suicide I need new blood the days are getting more trippy as my soul enters a new horizen thus my dying body and its immortal spirit fakes the justice that does not exist.enjoy this smooth tasty site with your belly and rub it against the screen

My Interests

tripping and laying in me own filth with a wet chinchilla "sob the chinchilla died" Oh yeah sipping on shroom tea toking blunts blazing nugz, listening 2 bhangra in the night smelling the gust of wrath rock you with my riot walk betraying all my beleifs so you can rub my website into your skin

I'd like to meet:

generous dealers who play the sitar or any dope ethnic music device the art and poems need to be high, really!somebody that wants to bottle feed me acid or who just has 2 many toxins in their breat milkweed dealers that deal 4 pleasure rather then proffita big pile of kind bud with my name ingraved right on the sack oh if you want 2 smoke me up please call 612 728 7990 and tell me all about how high you'll get methe very voice that speaks 2 mind when i type crzzy fackk shttt pycho over and over again

Music:

bhungra funk & smooth acid funk jazz with extra funk "oh feel my funk"me in a church playing an organ with satans choir basicly me playing the accordian or the clerinet ect.

Movies:

anything with puppets or muppets footage of nuclear tests with music in the background "puppet children are after me" cartoons that are fuzzy yet dirty films of me jumping up and down

Television:

educational brainwashing porn of myself that my mother made "as long as its rated G"sit back and melt your brain

Books:

cant read to dumb chemistry text books he he he "do comic books count"

Heroes:

my mom and all the pleasant peasant folk that died in iraq jesus for his performance and incredible angel healing powers

My Blog

My dear storm crow

kissed by a bird that has no song, he was my heart until the last rainy season when he just flew away. My storm crow is half of my spirit, the half that loves the half that bleeds ...
Posted by trip toker loves blunts and acid on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 03:49:00 PST

Jesus has nothing 2 do with this blog

dearest chaos creator I'm trembling under your mirage made by me mind making atoms dance and bacteria flow. Fortune 2 me I have a match, lighting my blaze of blunt undone thus said. serge of...
Posted by trip toker loves blunts and acid on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 11:52:00 PST

muted muse

flustering up a storming gaze through window damaged by light older then the sun. we shatter a chalace with our tears. Sing 2 me magpie, don't fancy my neibors daughter be true 2 a promise and co...
Posted by trip toker loves blunts and acid on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 02:43:00 PST

Fat touch

When the hand all your ghosts is cast on u thus feeling graceful wrath and utter horror when its presence is felt. Your made into the laughing event of demon romance as if blood and bones were mixed i...
Posted by trip toker loves blunts and acid on Wed, 26 Sep 2007 10:14:00 PST

unfinished

the cold stile of death does a deal to the brain and pushes its fear forward so lie to yor fellow fathers and wake in a puddle of you. Are you okay with the raw taste of life may the yerning of tomarr...
Posted by trip toker loves blunts and acid on Thu, 24 May 2007 05:18:00 PST

sword of 7 kings

By the blood of 7 kings forged from twilight the yern for a new soldier is felt. A cold hand severed by war weilds its hevy hilt like its the last chance some one had. This sword was an assassin....
Posted by trip toker loves blunts and acid on Sat, 19 May 2007 03:43:00 PST

deep & twisted

cosmic thought winds sift through dead souls 2 sleep i CREEP crawl crumble 2 crust in crest we infest this chest god bless our spirit when the haunt of hate happens by the rocking matter that puts us ...
Posted by trip toker loves blunts and acid on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 10:40:00 PST

morning weeds need to be smoked

  When dying minds mix, the string of death knotts then brakes. The link between torment and casual dismay thus thy slow sler of her is hiss hum shout shame shy twitch of love lost and these are ...
Posted by trip toker loves blunts and acid on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 04:58:00 PST

cherish

bleed blessing blue as true who knew i come from them as they came from me now i run away from a touch to deep to really know so go give gone an yern yawn yes deeds do deem us do and dying trys throug...
Posted by trip toker loves blunts and acid on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 11:22:00 PST

a rant chant

when words become to weak and under the moon lit lazer torcher I'll put you in order with yern to burn and soaked skin of splatter matter you'll shatter shutter shit as my action is pure thrill of kil...
Posted by trip toker loves blunts and acid on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 09:44:00 PST