why is mnewgroudns

everything is nu,nb aand hhicupupy lol

it's called unifecesism.

it's
exactly
how it sounds.

's the day

candle

You are reading my text while the music plays. You're reading this dramatic text while this dramatic music plays, creating a very emotional and dramatic atmosphere. Some guy surfing, or maybe a war scene. This is your film. You direct. You write. You go Kubricking about. As you read my text and listen to the music, you envision images that sync with the audio. You see them, and in your head, they match the music. You want to be a director, you realise it now, your lifelong dream is discovered here on this very spot, this very newspost, your future has been planned out for you,

as you read my text.

They came on school buses, so when I saw the four vehicles lined up neatly in a row, my first reaction was to hug one of them and scream "I LOVE YOU BUS." I licked a different one.

Then some really funny shit happened in seventh period that I'm too lazy to blog about so just enjoy this picture of a banana.

For wearing a shirt (that I made) that said "I hate myself and want to die."

It was "promoting violence."

Discuss.

Holy shit, deliriants are now my favourite class of drug.

Anyway, a few nights ago, Logan informed me of something magical called "Robotrip Friday." Now, I had done DXM before, but that fucking sexy Logan decided he'd open my brain up to something even more amazing, DPH.
An active ingredient in Benadryl.
A revolutionising ingredient in my brain.

Anyway, I took about 425 mg of dph that night, at Logan's advisement. When I started to feel the bugs he had described earlier, I started to think this shit was really fucking cool. Oh god. That wasn't even the beginning.

About an hour after initial consumption I felt a great shudder, and my eyes, they seemed to become bigger.

Ants were everywhere; I could see them and feel them.

Right then, I decided I'd be a man and round my dosage off to an even 500. Three more pills. The pills were pink. Pink bugs. Pink bugs worming their way down my throat, as if my body would sustain their pointless existence.

My throat itched, so I scratched it, but then blood was everywhere oh no my father would yell at me for spilling my neck blood all over the carpet. But see, old Elvis was much more clever than to let that happen. I would just flood the house when they were asleep and they'd wake up to find that the apartment was spotless (and I was relieved to find out that the water was just a hallucination as well).

The peak of the trip, my room was littered with corpses, and some of them had facial features similar to Helena Bonham Carter. They beckoned for me to help them, and I felt the biggest one. He was a slimy prat, he was, so I killed him.

then some shit happened and I passed out and slept fifteen hours instead of my normal 5-6

Anyway, DPH is fucking amazing.

pic related

I love this man very much and it's a real pity he's completely heterosexual.