I like Strawberries!
I also like the drugs you seem to be on!
woke up in a pool of blood. Where does all the blood come from? What would you think? Your eyes? No, not that. Ears? Mouth? Maybe you were shoot during sleep but maybe not. A pool of blood with little swimmers, not swimmers like in real life in a real pool but wait yes, tiny people just diving in your pool of blood, how interesting they look from this high you think. They are there having fun, you laugh, did you? But the blood is stopping, drying, why? Then you cut your veins in the arm, a little bit in the neck and dance around your bed feeding the pool with your blood, all of them seem happy, little swimmers. Deep red, all of them.
But wait, who is that guy? A little pinkish not deep red like everyone else. He is not made of blood, he comes from the fruits that are red place and they are running out of red in their factory. Strawberries and things like that made of red are in short suply of red and they came to suck your blood. In his hands you can see tiny roots and he plants it inside the pool and it is drying so much fast, the little blood swimmers cant swim anymore.![]()
Everybody together, Emergency, emergency! Swimmers. The blood, drink and hide! Blood is gone.
Strawberries agents look mad.
I like Strawberries!
I also like the drugs you seem to be on!
I'm thinking, I'm still trippin from those mushrooms.
The journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.


DT's had demons riding my stream of piss like a waterfall ride, except they would hold on like it was a rope or pole, some with one hand and some like little firemen with legs wrapped around......times I'd sit on the toilet feeling like puking and watch the floor undulating like a vast ocean and the demon faces would bob up like turtles for air....few more than too many times I would fall out of my eyes and plunge into their dimensionless void and sink to the bottomlooking up at the distorted image of myself right into the eyes and see the road map to the highways of hell etched in red all leading to the black hole of oblivion where not even light can escape......my own pupils sucking in everything in it's path and then I would rise back up into them and see everything clearly even death and then I understand what they meant by "Death becomes clearer through bloodshot eyes"
Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012

<~Disappointed
6' 217lbs (10/18)
Bench 365 (12/3)
Weighted Pullups 80lbs 3x3 (3/19)
Squat 370
Deadlift after herniation 385lbs 3x3 (3/17)
NASM certified 2/06
Journal


you were wearing red fruit of the looms and you had sex with a girl during the week that you shouldn't? then you had nightmares???
Don't look back ~ You're not going that way!
There are people in the blood.
Sorry. Not awake yet.![]()
There are people who love me and there are people who hate me. I will take care of those people who love me and the rest can burn in hell.
Was there a severed horses head in your bed?


Then the Hotel vacancy sign turns off and you realize the red blood was just a pool of your nocturnal emissions reflecting the red neon sign and the little people were your crabs.....and the little pink guy was your shriveled penis
Coarse edged youth, the irish pendants string from their smiles
not yet plucked as to slacken the seams
and drag down the features of age,
no folds or creases from unkempt wear
eyes of tranquilty, crystalline-beads
no sign of despair in their hair, nor their hearts
but oh they have yet to be experienced and that makes aging so very worth it...ML circa2012
it is cold and wet. Like something ...there should be red. No.
When? When it is cold but not wet, only cold.
Look it is a wall.
Very high wall you think.
But, why is it cold?
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