I do drugs, but I often regret the outcomes.
I like to get on with beer.
I lost some text switching computers.
too many devices. too many ppl.
too much nonsense. not enough good drugs.
Marinol (Dronabinol), 10mg, I think it doesn’t work well.
I needed beer to “activate” this substance. They
also call this potentiate too; which is a stupid verb.
I hate English, such a foul sounding language. Hate, is a good word.
Like Haight Ashbury. Like John Ashbery.
Like it’s work duh. Anything that attracts pain.
What?! Miiller. Hero. Memory is wack – so unreliable.
Central nervous system depressant. So you don’t go anywhere, but it’s
not going anywhere anyway. We go, but get nowhere. Consumption
creatures. I suppose it seems like someone will be righteous, then someone
will say alright. If my hands are like stream-of-consciousness….
Henry! I cannot except this effort without an ends. The means
does not justify the end. So Yoko wants Justice. But you have to invent
that. I guess some cops are ok. I mean if you want to hate them then whatever.
But the arrival of the new is still possible. Hehe. What about the Hopi?
Why is beer so bad when you just want more? That’s the eternal hope,
you can’t have your cookies and eat them too.
Wow, wasted words should be illegal. Now, some asshole
has to read this back.