It’s a smile, a laugh, an ejaculation. Whatever it may be for you, the combination of neurotransmitters causing it will return to baseline and you will be sober, normal again, slowly but surely and without fail. The only rational way to preserve your sanity is to be 100% content with normal, sober existence which is unspeakably difficult for innumerable reasons that are beyond our control a huge majority of the time. You’re not 5 years old, I’m not going to go into why.
My innermost desire is to be at the very peak of pure, unadulterated happiness a human can experience and get beheaded right then. Not shot, not stabbed, I want my neck to be sliced beautifully in one graceful stroke.
The view is great from on high, grab my hand so I can pull you up.
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Getting stabbed is def more epic
by a pure gold, newly made by the fire, samurai sword
And then, if you leave the sword, something magic will happen
this thread killed my high, it was my last bowl too
you will stand up, put the sword down, and now you’re immortal ….. but only as long as the sword feeds, the souls of others.
Believe it or not but, there’s a gypsy-voodoo-hypnotizers thing going around the area; targeting the elderly Vietnamese locals in pitiful little-Saigon. Gypsies coming at you… I’m actually getting scared about it, even. Basically they come at you and start asking and interacting with you in certain manners; such as, asking you for paper-money change, or asking you to check out this piece of paper for them to read to them an address and pretending to be hopeless. …. And then ….. you’ve somehow dazed in a delusion they got you under. On one of the victims (a humbly-fool elderly Vietnamese man that barely knows English; the perfect victim), the story was that the gypsy came up to him and did all the things I previously mentioned and then that he needed help to go to the bank to donate for a church charity; ended walking with the man’s savings. Had his people in a car and ready to go the instant you handed him the money. If my mind serves me right, it’s actually an annually thing…….. They just move and evade once they’re in the radar to the next area. One of them actually came in my mom’s shop…… started asking my mom for change like a crazy ************. The thing was, my mom had just instantly finished the article on the newspaper about the gypsy thing, eventually got too scared when the fucker was exchanging all his dirty change like crazy fucker. ……… So the gypsies uh……
why that was an interesting read Bisban…
Evidently, it’s physical laced drug particles they get on you while in their manners of interaction. But yeah.. interesting
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n my told the man to leave.. the dude wouldn’t leave, kept standing there pointing at the cashier, but eventually left after my mom kept telling him to get the fuck out
I don’t mean to curse either …. when I curse it’s kind of a sign that I don’t have a good hold of myself at all, which is always. Peace out.
This thread killed my high, I wanted to talk about the cosmic stars …………………………. gn
Utterly and painstakingly absent minded, in my obstruction. Excuse me, for my presence,
mind-obstructed*
Delete this thread, please. Scratch out my presence. Thank you, sir.
fuc it, it’s all good. the gypsy thing could be useful info
hey man, might as well delete all my comments if you’re going to delete the most profound I had on
Lol you’re going to rot in your head until it fully rots because your pineal gland couldn’t generate enough energy from blood and body necessary energy for transfusion to alchemical in order to disperse accordingly into what will be, and you’ll never exist again… That’s the fear. In that sense; indeed, death is quite a fickle thing.
=)
you’re going to stay in your head until it all fully rots away*
..about the decapitation thing. sorry I’ll stfu now
Didn’t mean any disrespect at all btw, cause of the way the comment kind of sounds.. I was just responding to the beheading part of your post.