Tuesday. No, wait a minute. It’s 3:53 AM already, so it’s Wednesday. I look myself in the elevator mirror. My eyes are practically black. My pupils are wide open. I’m fucking tripping. Had a third of a LSD stamp like 3 hours ago and this shit feels like it’s never gonna stop. I don’t see new colors or shapes talking to me. My body feels really weird and the back of my head is pretty much like a helium ballon, floating over my neck. I can’t think, walk or talk straight. And I’ve laughed for over an hour to a guy who was joking about how he raped baby Jesus’ anus. Yeah. I smiled again while writing it. Keeps being hilarious. Fucking trip. Fucking LSD. Fucking distance. I miss her and I can’t seem to stop fucking up. Fuck!

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