October 4th, 2005
|12:06 pm - too much brisket|
for the past few days my soul has been slowly but painfully crawling up through my only way of communication and violently stripped from me, leaving me with a silhouette of my former self. as my intoxicated soul was pulled from my body oceans of regret poured from my bottom eyelids. i lay across the giant pillow in my room only to turn to the left and find myself curled up in a ball pressed up against the cold hard wall i find myself wishing that my wall was the temperature of which it looked. every breath i inhaled was to grasp my long lost former self, and every exhalation was followed by a flavored regret. i got up washed my face and realized that i had eaten too much meat
how are ya feelin creach
ok even though that was all for shits and giggles, it was actually really good. and it made sense. so uhh...MAKE MORE!
i get by with a little help from my good friend sammy D
wtf are you talking about
|Date:||October 4th, 2005 01:32 pm (UTC)|| |
i liked that entry...a lot. i'm feeling a little better i'm eating applesauce now thanks to you. but i still think my body is gonna die of weakness. hahai fucking HATE being sick.
p.s. i like the meat part hahahahahha what a great entry sasha.
i wrote taht shit except the last sentence
|Date:||October 4th, 2005 04:34 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: nice ending
i helped a lot
you told me whta to say and i made it emo
great entry sash.
what the fuck up creach.
thanks nani. i knew you would appreciate it
dear god, i felt like dyign for abotu a week. whats with these illness' . i didnt know maddy was sick. feel better.
whats todays count sash? s-s-s-s-s-s-stoner buddyyyyyy