And there's nothing magic about it.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Description of a certain, unnamed place that I once did but no longer do associate myself with.
There's a magical land where people go to smoke magic sticks and drink magic poison and everyone has so much fun fun fun all the time 'cause they drink and smoke the magic that makes them forget. It makes them forget everything. It makes them forget what's happening, makes them forget the pain and sorrow and it makes them forget all their faults and everyone else's. But, its still poison. It makes them forget who they are. It turns their flesh to plastic, makes their bodies crack and, eventually, they break.