THeWHiTeRaBBiT

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire life, that there's something wrong with the world. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.

21 October 2011

cancer sticks in the temple when did this begin?

my memory of exposure came in the early seventies. I remember mom smoked salems; dad smoked more 120s those in the long red pack

the first actual smoking memory is at church on a sunny sunday afternoon. it was marlboro reds, one of the older girls supply the goods if I recall correct

what I really want to know is when did I start smoking newports... I would have to guess in brentwood long island. I went to jail at 16; surely I was smoking some time shortly after that.
1989 you are never that distant to me. even so, come Lord Jesus, come.

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20 October 2011

maryjean on my mind in my being

I'm pretty sure the saint johns flowers have alot to do with it. altitude 50km -or better.
today.this late in the play, the rabbit it's still here, I'm still following it.
take a look at this article:

magic mushrooms


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