COMMENT♥ / FRIENDSHIP♥
bad waves of paranoia, madness, fear and loathing -intolerable vibrations in this place. Get out. The weasels were closing in. I could smell the ugly brutes.
Flee.
i dont live in the clouds anymore.
b
"A drug person can learn to cope with things like seeing their dead grandmother crawling up their leg with a knife in her teeth. But no one should be asked to handle this trip."
"Music is a safe type of high. It's more the way it was supposed to be. That's where highness came, I guess, from anyway. It's nothing but rhythm and motion."