This could be the last cocaine we do for a few weeks--by this cocaine, I mean, what's screaming through my veins as we speak. I swear I can feel it in my arms. We're only wearing underwear and socks on our bed, smoking weed and flipping through my iPod. The lights hum brighter and darker as power surges strike through the building. I don't think the wiring has been changed since at least the 1980s, and probably not the 1940s in the bedroom where there is only one outlet. Motherfuckers.
my eyes and boddy pulse pulse pulse with the music as i feel it more. ohhhhhhhh fuck I wish we had more money, that would be fun. If we hadn't spent half the rent already, and had to pay it late, once my next paycheck came in. I don't know if the dude is up, bu----yeah, that's a horrible idea. Sleep is more appropriate. Possibly healthier or something, haha, but when I'm not on uppers I sleep 10 to 14 hours a day due to my depression, so I like staying up.
R is tripping, I feel much better. The A/C hums on again, thank fuck for modern convenience, and it sounds like the rabbit is sleeping or at least not doing gymnastics like some nights. For his size, he makes a decent amount of racket, but its the most adorable racket you've ever seen/heard.
I'm too fucked to type.
good night. goodbye for now cocaine.
maybe.
-Lucy
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