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fifth, nov i find it unfortunate that i was made aware of all the negative affects that smoking has on my person: i do enjoy the ritual of sucking on fire and breathing smoke. now i feel guilty when all i really want to feel is magical. why does shit always seem to turn out this way? unrelated: my crush asked me for my number. i wanted to bite someone; i was so excited. like when i was five and i heard a rumor that my class was going on a field trip to the nearby roller rink. i couldn't contain myself; i bit my closest neighbor in attempts to express the lightning excitement stinging my insides. the bitten cried in shock and pain, i was told i had to stay behind as punishment and the teacher resorted to sitting on my tiny body as i tried in vain to catch up to my classmates, all holding hands, walking down the road to Skate Town. |