I was in yet another bloody sombre mood. I looked at plausability. When your friend says, “Are you coming down?” what they’re really sayng is, “Is it plausible for you to come down?” They expect you to have an answer to a question that is so vague, the answer could be as extreme as, “as plausible as the sky being swallowed my arsehole.”
There are many variations with situations where questions are really questions of plausibility , with expectations for you to know the absolute final answer, providing the total solution for a vague question with infinite answers. Actually the reason...
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I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve seen these guys. We didn’t smoke anything until later in to the night. Actually, I lie, they presented me with a something thinner than a pencil, and only marginally longer than Maradonna’s penis. It was TINY. I looked in awe, in shock. Could something as small as this exist? I pity the fool with a dick just thicker than a piece of straw.
He gave it to me to smell. “It’s pretty potent”. It was pretty good, I’ll give him that. Still, I had mistaken it for a normal sized smoke, as...
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Side A
incoherent
Resist what you feel, and remain insane
Close all doors, block all exits, keep everyone inside and let everyone reach the inevitable.
FUCKED UP IS WHAT I AM I SCREAM IN My HEAD DAY IN DAY Out My WRiting LIKE ME iS incoHERENT. I AM A BILLION PEOPLE, A TRILLION FACES.
AN Entire universe, galaxy, existence itself. The number of voices in my head cannot be summarised by words, by Pictures, by something tangible. Even if it was scientifically FUCKing POSSIBLE FOR SOME GENIUS TO COUNT THAT HIGH, it could never happeN. INFINITY IS A PUSSY’S WAY OUT!
I write in a book....
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