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You ever take a tad too many psychedelics, and then started to hit that point where the panic sets in, the dark things start creeping up on you, and you say to yourself “oh fuck, what did I get myself into, I can’t handle this!”? But then, you realize all that dark shit is dancing with beings of pure light, and breathe the universe in… breathe it back out, slap on your sunglasses and say “OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH yeaaaaah. I can TOTALLY deal with this.”?

That’s what my life is like now, every fucking day.

“Whatever happened to *******?”

“No idea, he disappeared again. He’ll either pop up in my life soon, or he died, I always assume he’s dead when I don’t hear from him.”

I typed that before I realized how depressing it was.

“YOU TAKE THAT FUCKING COMPLIMENT AND YOU LIKE IT, GODDAMMIT!”

“Hahaha! Ok, fine. I’ll take it, but it’s gonna live in a shoe box under my bed and i’ll only let it out on special occasions. Just like my glass dildo”

“Hahahahaha, I’m going to tell everyone you fuck yourself with my compliment.”

I’m gonna be nice and not mention who that text conversation was with… but it was too good not to share.

She is the forest, she is the rain
She is the huntress, she is the…
She is the dusk and she is the dawn
She is the moon and she is the sun

See her bellow out
See her, see her bellow out in anger
See her raise the infant fawn
She is drawn by a God of sovereignty

She is here
She is gone

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