2 Points Blew Me Off My Ass. How Did I Ever Take Points And Points And Points Of Shit In The Past?

Stitches and bitches. Oh, and codeine.

me rolling some lil' blunts

She was the last piece I bought, since the cops took all the others. But she's by far my favourite bowl. Her name is Sydney Elizabeth. And so I put Holy Ghost! (my favourite band) on repeat and sucked my stash dry with Syd.

Do you drink to forget? Or do you drink to remember?

holycrimes

today I turn 27, but here's a funny video of me last year on my birthday dying for a second. 💨

Starlight

Sometimes the stars remind me How lonely I can really be With skies length greater Than arms reach to me But twinkle, twinkle starlight This lonely child of night Next time you're feeling dark Remember even the moon shines at night Crescent state of mind With silent lips of mine Let go of that fear, my dear It's time for you to shine

I Have A Dream...

And that is to trip balls with someone/some people and tie-dye the shit out of some clothes, paint on whatever we call a canvas, write poems and songs and sing-alongs, just turn into Andy Warhol faries and creatures of the night. Let's get creative, people.

this blog is pro turn signal

My man is so artistic.

Manic Mantra

What’s that Hungry Ghost in your head saying now? To let it all out, to scream and shout In silence and on beaten paper with colours of expression And perception Of sight that’s just right outside your comfort zone You could have never known how much I’ve grown Until I look deep in the crowd with understanding shown

Running away and cheating the price to pay Was always easy when I didn’t want to stay Because I’d rather be chasing the millions of spectrums And open doors in every dimension To the venom in my crystal veins fleeting so stray From the clusterfuck of an array Of bright lights and hushed sounds To lucent colours and wavelengths that surround You and I forever bound.