Acid dreams. Pot potential. Alcohol. Night time events. Evolving from innocense to a forced self awareness. Nobody preasures you really. You do it by your self. Nothing but mental gambeling. You play with brain cell currency. Win big or go broke, The casino keeps rolloing. You know what your getting into. You don't fool your self, You except the change. Once taken into this life you never turn back. They call it addiction. They call it illegal. I call it development of the housed rebellion you already subconscously display daily. Kill your idols, Become one with yourself. Internal masturbation. Sweat inevitably becomes a main fluid in this life. Oh shut up! Acid dreams, by any depth finding means.. All it seems is another reason for polliticians to scream. The government gets high on the smell of our fear.
Reason for writing:
My life
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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