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  • fuckin' with my style is sort of like a miracle

    i just caught up with my friend from high school

    and he told me about how he took six hits of acid at the zoo that later ended up with him losing one and a half of his teeth.

    all because he couldn’t find a pen to write down the thoughts in his head. probably also because the aura of miserable caged animals was too much to handle, but mostly because when you are on drugs of that magnitude, the simple need to express yourself can drive you insane.

    carry a pen with you at all times.