Only Shake When Sober
I keep a cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Cutter like Nevada, cutter like Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada
Leave you in Nevada, leave you in Nevada-Nevada, Sematary
I am an icon with pollution in my eyes
I am subjected to experimental life
My head is filled with all the things you advertise
The common filth, the lie, the mental hell online-Mental Hell Online, Bessarion
Marijuana Missionary
I’m so high dude. You need to be as high as I am right now. I’ve got spliff, doobies, blunts, joints. I’ve got bongs, pipes, and apples. No stranger to edibles I have brownies, cookies, nerd ropes, popcorn, drinks, other candies. Sativa and Indica, high THC or high CBD content. Whatever you need, I’ve got it all. Hit my line. Please just smoke with me. I can’t keep doing this alone. I need a fellow traveler. I’m tried of being the lonely stoner. I think my mind’s too free. I keep forgetting my Mom’s name. I wonder if Bob Marely ever wanted to escape? I will be driving to McDonalds. Some food will help calm me down. It’s just the paranoia. Neil DeGrasse Tyson smokes weed, he’s just like me. This reminded me how far behind am in life compared to my peers. I thought becoming involved in politics would fill the void, who am I? Where did the years go? All my exes are more successful than I am. I should take shrooms and watch the Lion King this weekend. That’ll make me feel better. That’s all that matters.
Teach Me
I am a twenty-nine year old female that teaches an ninth grade English class. All my life I wanted to be a teacher. I would play school with the other kids. I was a bit of a nerd when I was a student. Always would rather study than go tot parties. Not that I was invited anyway. Most guys wouldn’t take a second look at me. Late bloomer and plain looking. I still sleep with stuffed animals.
Every year we get a new batch of pupils. Minds like clay in our hands. We are paid to shape them. I watch as the boys run a split second before the bell rings, laughter filling the room. Some of their voices untouched by puberty. I fantasize about them ravaging me. Being there first and showing them the steps. I know they think about me in that way. The way they look and whisper. I play along. “Oh Jason, you’re hilarious.” I know what they like. “Joel maybe you would like to share with the rest of the class what you are discussing with Tony. Since you seem to think it’s way more important than what I have to say.” I plan on seducing one of my students, it’s all foreplay.
Bush’s Revenge
It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not wake up. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren’t being tortured. The only way that they realized they needed to wake up was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to wake up. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and please wake up.
Schizo-Posting Vol. 1
Elaborate on glitch.
I’m in line at the gas station buying a Gatorade and wanting to put some money on a pump. Walk up to the counter and I swear I hear the guys voice say hey how’s it going but his mouth doesn’t move and I responded but my mouth didn’t move and then he actually says hey how’s it going and his voice matched what I heard earlier and then I said how are you doing. Then he asked me if the drink was all I wanted. In my mind, I knew I wanted 45 but I couldn’t remember if it was on pump 4 or 5. I’m thinking this in my mind I’m pretty sure I didn’t say it out loud and he’s like OK 45 a number five then right? but I didn’t say shit. Then I was like no it’s actually number 4 and he’s like OK.
I still have yet to see my neighbors bring in groceries ever. In my entire fucking life.
-taken from some R9k thread I think.
