12.14.2002 12:30 am
DXM

quiet hours arrives.

five. drugs are bad for you. this is a testimony to that fact. "uhhh... i totally cannot focus on this monkey. that is insane." sssllllooooooow mo..... fastmo! ummmm... corey's having visual halucinations... "the ceiling keeps leaving" my cheeks are soooo pink!

it's another world we live in here so radical and clean... god bless anthony... and drugs. casey, don't do this, jason either. baaad. booo. the world moves in funny layers. weird. tunnel vision. getting lost in layers of whatever universe you happen to be looking at...

enter the crazy layer things constricting my pulse layers of stuff did i say layers already? ha, i did. i miss james, i wish he would come back...

"i love you"

"i love you too"

"but you're not in love with me"

"you're not in love with me either, but i think you want to be in love with me more than i want to be in love with you."

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