You’re Not A Bad Person For The Ways You Tried To Kill Your Sadness.

Infact, i grew up in a shit neighborhood, and something like 75% of the people i knew in childhood grew up to be junkies.  Glad I dont have these kinda problems...

*drinks til he passes out, wakes up, drinks*

It's dreamy weather we're on, you waved your crooked wand Along an icy pond, with a frozen moon, a murder of silhouette,crows I saw And the tears on my face, and the skates on the pond They spell Alice

I disappear in your name, but you must wait for me Somewhere across the sea, there's a wreck of a ship Your hair is like meadow grass, on the tide, and the raindrops on my window And the ice in my drink, baby all I can think of is Alice

This liquid is boiling and freezing simultaneously because it’s reaching its ‘triple point,’ which is the temperature and pressure at which three phases of a substance (gas, liquid, and solid) co-exist in equilibrium. Source

Your Addiction is Bullshit

I’ve quit more drugs than most of you have done, It’s all in your weak little mind.  Now dont get confused, I’m not belittling addicts, it’s a hard thing to deal with, but you can do it, and you can do it without other sad addicts and meetings and bullshit.  These are crutches that still keep whatever substance near and dear to your heart, sure you dont do it, but you talk about it each and every week, and then when you go back to it you wonder why.

Believe all the fairy tales you want, theres no such thing as a successful 12 step program, stop being a fuckin rube about it, I go days, weeks without this or that drug, sometimes its physical symptoms, thats just like having the flu, man up.  You’re stronger than any drug, or you’re not and it will kill you, you decide which its all within your mind, but stop, STOP being an annoying cunt about it, if everytime you open ya mouth you mention your recovery or whatever, just spike up, atleast youll shut the fuck up about it.

The first time I smoked crack I was like 14,we were doin it ALL weekend, none of us slept, and then I went to school monday.  I felt like shit for days, but I got over it, without any external influence what so ever, i could do it as a child, you can do it as a sentient adult, stop this nonesense. 

I know I sound mean, and i sound like all the ignorant people that havent been there, but I’m not mean, and i HAVE been there, half your addiction problem was people enabling and coddling you, you cant recover with more coddling, youre responsible, YOU, and only YOU can change it, collect all the dumb sobriety coins you want, theyre a nice little token of how youre wasting your life now instead of booze or heroin or, what the fuck ever.

Jesus doesnt love you, love yourself.  Hell if Jesus IS real he’s the one that let you get all fuckin smacked up in the first place, he was a bit of a wine drinker I’m sure he was just passed out.

Drug Users on Tumblr

There seems to me, to be two main, and clear catagories on tumblr

Category 1: Sad brainwashed 12 step recovery Jesus freaks

Category 2: little like, spoiled white bitches that think its super cool they can suck enough dick to get meth each day

of course there are alot of sub categories, I fully support the hallucinogenic crowd, theyre generally good thoughtful people ( go figure ) or theyre like teenagers that havent done it but are super into pink floyd, its ok, start dreams small.

SO, a few thoughts:

Category 1: You’re everything people hate about mormons, except unlike mormons you are still egocentric as fuck and help no one around you and still only think of yourself, and youre faggy little brainwashed recovery

Category 2: hahahahaha, what can i say, enjoy those 5 years you’re fuckable I guess there toothless, dont fall through a crack in the floor now.  ( I’m so cool, i live with my parents and have zero education and enough free time to take selfies with my crack pipe 6 times a day everyday, so other crackpipe enthusiasts can click like )

“ TRUTH IS NOT WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE, it is what it is and you must bend to its power or live a lie “ - Miyamoto Musashi

https://www.youtube.com/embed/U2bMIvY3twI

If you have any deductive power you will know, A.) I AM a rap fan, and B.) 90% of rap is just, total shit.  When I took poetic verse in school we learned different formats for rhyming most rap A rhymes with B and sometimes C is thrown in, so you get blahblah blah A, blah blahblah B, C A B C C, if you can follow all that.

Much like Reggae, Funk or Blues rap is very formulaic, but this is a man who not only has something to actually say but does it in a format entirely his own.  Does he have better songs, absolutely, does this song prove the point, definitely.  Ladies and Gentleman if you dont know that DOOM’s nervous large you don’t know rap.  I’ll put money on it, interview any rapper worth a fuck and he will tell you he’s a DOOM fan. 

When you’re lonely, you seek people.  You find people, you compromise, you sell your good traits and pretend the bad arent there, an vice versa.  When you reach a certain point, you dont care anymore and all your relationships fail, and then you’re lonely for a long time, and then you hook up out of desperation with excuses therein as to why you arent desperate.

And of course those relationships fail, because theyre more about your own problems and less about the people involved therein.  Then you stop caring, and die.  Some people do this quicker than others.  We all start as hot love affairs and end as roomates with benefits, yet we all waste so much time on it.

Id say Humans are 45% concerned with love, 45% concerned with highs, be it drugs or overeating or whatever, 5% regret, and 5% coercive optimism.  Maybe if we all stopped lying to ourselves and eachother we could get somewhere..i mean, did you SEE the new walking dead, how amazing, this is a life well spent, the big bang theory, hahahaha, he said  something sorta nerdy and there was a laugh track! hahahaha, im gonna eat some popcorn, pretend to read a book to appeal to hipsters, then check my many online dating profiles for a hit, this is me spending my life well, this is me, progressing....

My Terrible Upbringing

Not long ago I posted a video about graverobbing I saw as a kid.  I remember when I saw it and other videos like it, which organs sold for what, how long said organs were good, etc.  I remember being messed up on whatever the fuck one night and I’m talking to my dad, who was drunk of course, and I told him about said videos and i remember it like yesterday, my father looked at me inquisitively and he said to me, “ well how do they make money at this? “

Not the response a parent should give and i gave the answer of you know, found trinkets and or the skull being of an important person, and he said well, if you can get away with it, sounds good to me.

I have no moral qualms about anything, and this is why.  I worked in a graveyard as a teen, to me a body is a body, and apparently thats generational.  Anyways so you know, when i presented my parents with graverobbing they said pretty much sounds great if ya dont get caught.  I aint got much to work with here people...

fun fact, movies asside, no one will ever notice you in the back of a large graveyard, get to it kids...