Can't tell if I've always been pursing the psychologically rich life or if it pursued me first? Either way, I feel like a goddamn psychological millionaire. It's cool though. I'm having the time of my life all the time.
Here's a poem i wrote about it rn:
(!) THIS (!) IS LIFE ONE SECOND AT A TIME
AND IT'S YOURS, YOURS, YOURS
AND IT'S MINE, MINE, MINE
DON'T SAY IT'S GONNA BE FINE
NO ONE GETS OUT ALIIIIIVVVEEE
AND IT'S YOURS, YOURS, YOURS
AND IT'S MINE, MINE, MINE
DON'T SAY IT'S GONNA BE FINE
NO ONE GETS OUT ALIIIIIVVVEEE
Obviously obliterating my mind with weed for over a decade was my cope and all I got was no memory and THIS amazing album to share with you:
**no need to copy//paste anymore FOOLS--just click the links from here on out unless you rape babies (soz Ian Watkins - get help bro)**
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