Post by owchies on Aug 21, 2007 14:23:11 GMT -5
Decided to start writting one....I have too much shit that should be written that never is. This wil force me to write it, and let all enjoy. If you don't, then fuck off; I don't give a shit.
08-21-2007
Exhale the smoke from my lungs. I watch it float in the air a bit, and then it’s quickly blown away by the fan as it comes down. When it floats into the fan, I notice that it is pulled a little. Then blown back; it looks like a tornado. The fan creates a kind of vortex that the smoke spins through in order to be pushed away from it.
It’s not just the drugs that make this effect interesting. It’s the natural light pouring from the glass door that separates my balcony from my living room. It makes the smoke more visible to the naked eye. It makes the white from the puff I just exhaled seem like I could reach out and grab it. But then just as it seems solid, it is weaved through the air like a silk cloth floating through the air after it is dropped from a high elevation.
Sometimes I compare myself to Homeless people. How we’re different, how we’re the same, what freedoms we each have, the different ways that we make money. It’s not so different. They make it praying off of other people, selling themselves as less fortunate then you and me. How are we any different? We sell something that prays off people’s wants and needs. Some people feel as though they need to help other people, whereas others feel that they need to buy the latest and greatest piece of technology or piece of clothing.
-Kill Yourself
UGotGlocked
08-21-2007
Exhale the smoke from my lungs. I watch it float in the air a bit, and then it’s quickly blown away by the fan as it comes down. When it floats into the fan, I notice that it is pulled a little. Then blown back; it looks like a tornado. The fan creates a kind of vortex that the smoke spins through in order to be pushed away from it.
It’s not just the drugs that make this effect interesting. It’s the natural light pouring from the glass door that separates my balcony from my living room. It makes the smoke more visible to the naked eye. It makes the white from the puff I just exhaled seem like I could reach out and grab it. But then just as it seems solid, it is weaved through the air like a silk cloth floating through the air after it is dropped from a high elevation.
Sometimes I compare myself to Homeless people. How we’re different, how we’re the same, what freedoms we each have, the different ways that we make money. It’s not so different. They make it praying off of other people, selling themselves as less fortunate then you and me. How are we any different? We sell something that prays off people’s wants and needs. Some people feel as though they need to help other people, whereas others feel that they need to buy the latest and greatest piece of technology or piece of clothing.
-Kill Yourself
UGotGlocked
