heyy so im writing this, i guess so i can read it again some other time. Its my stab at being artsy, although you cant be "orignal" anymore, so why try right. And how the fuck do you be artsy without the orignality, i feel so wierd right now. But i cant write wierd things to re desribe how i was feeling, the more you look at something the more it looks like jello, your back hurts, and you feel like you have to crack your ankle but you dont. fuck and minutes, are hours. why are things takeing this long ? or are they i dono things are fucked, and i think im comeing down, but i dont know it keeps comeing back. well wtf, ive been high for almost 8 hours ahh fuckk im going bye

David!