May 10, 2003
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go with d...just me and d
how can you just leave me standing, alone in a world thats so cold?
i just wont be quiet long enough.
i suppose prince was right. silence is truly golden only when you subscribe to your own beliefs and, pardon my french, shut the fuck up!
voices mean little to those who are deaf. in a world of deafness the not so hard of hearing is god (once uttered to the now infamous chatter box with soap box dreams miss shay wallace joles)
politics is what i really feel, but im just learning to fly. and when youre flying, theres no turning back. my senses heightened, i feel nothing but extreme pleasure...extreme pain...smoke drifting toward a heaven that doesnt want me, a hell that doesnt need me.
add colors +nd keep painting. paint the picture till you see nothing. and if its not a dry erase or etch-a-sketch youre fucked you hear me, FUCKED!
the ramblings of a doped up man on shrooms. never ending i tell you, never ending. but then hasnt it always been like this?
just me and my thoughts. my demons with voices telling me all the things that i dare not say talking to me about passion...and my mind wanders to d and her painting. vulgar or not? something from the heart?
what if her heart is broken? what if i couldnt see her? is that bird chirping? some crazy ass birds. but you know, we could learn a lot from these birds. these singers of song.
i really should go now. im no longer properly inspired. damn many things, but damn my insanity. damn my silence.
you people scoff now, but when dickcarter's voice is no longer applicalbe, in a world of fantasy, who then to bring you fLying back to reality? who?
dickcarter signing off. good night you Xhausted Xangaphiles, you belittled bloggers.
maybe im just too demanding?
dickcarter, way stoned on shrooms or deja vu?
postum scrotum:
Dictation enforced in Afghanistan...It's gonna be alright?
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Comments (10)
Generally speaking I think writing is one of my (considered) less thrilling exercises while shrooming. OF course I do engouh of them to level an elephant when I do so typing or writing would be impossible. I just giggle, yap and sit in peoples laps.
yes just like a little dog -cept i'm really tall and stuff so I guess that would make me a big yappy dog. Greyhound perhapse?
Storm? Geez ag geez. Actually I love storm as well but I think H.B. should not have been cast in the part. In fact I think Grace Jones or Eman should have played the part. Storm is statuesque, powerful and commanding, none of the things that Ms. Berry is. She's my least favorite.
DAM COLASSUS WAS FUCKING HOT! I'd like a movie with just him. hehehe
Ooloi
brutal, amazing and i hope you get lots of sleep and take vitamins.
AHHH! The good ol' days! But yelp a promise is a promise and I can't break that! *Temption*
I love you, man. Will you have my babies? PLEASE!?
(inspiering and emotional, comment here about exeptence and understanding.)
BGRS
That's why I'm easy, easy like Sunday morning.
D-
Me chinese, me play joke, me put pee pee in your coke!
I've never taken shrooms before. I am an alcoholic. Like my father before me and his father before him. ow if only this bottle of gin came with some force powers I would be set.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You know that all knowing and all seeing eye creeps me out.
MobyDick
this is the tale of one dick carter; fancy panted psilocybin farter
took me ages to get that sounding just the way I wanted.
oh how we suffer for our art.
bln too tired to make sense
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