What's the function of x?

It's a variable. That's it.

Marijuana trip

I was walking through Trinity Bellwoods park today, looking for a discreet place to do my business, and nothing happened.

The park was empty.

I saw no more than three human beings, and no less than two dogs. Other than that, all I could see laid out in front of me were endless water molecules strewn across a barren ice land. It's as if the trees were part ice, part wind, and part sunlight.

Dressed up; messed up; put on a show, so the whole damn world's gonna know
That we were here

 Shush; scared to look at things that peer back, it's weird how we fear that

 I bought a bracelet today. It cost me 28 bucks with taxes. I'm hoping it helps some music students in the states somewhere, because normally I wouldn't pay such a high price for such a common luxury.

It's a nice bracelet with 24 interchangeably indifferent coloured beads. And it has a crown on it. I hope I don't lose it like I lost so many things this year, including my sanity.

The walker's truth

WHAT THE ****?! What the ****!? What the ****.

The City of Toronto is -literally- a corporation. What the eff.

SO MANY BROKEN THINGS EVERYWHERE - like bottles and containers, cracking teeth and retainers.

And I conversed with the outside; and all I heard back were more sirens.

More money wasted.

More fake jobs with f**e people doing things that don't matter; why don't people care?

WHY THE  **** ARE PEOPLE SO F***** UP?

WHAT. THE. ****.

No one ever seems to ask why. All they care about is the how... to make money to be happy.

WTF.

I'll build up slowly; it's not easy for me. Maybe you can see that in my writing.

Nexilium.

lYRA = Mana.

I am out of mana.

:'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(


We are The Unspeakables.

And we are the ones who kept quiet and always did what we were told.

AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH x2

Originally written on August 26th 2015. I edited out some of the bad swearing.

I still feel so much pain here from the past

I thought I could do it all by myself. I never thought that I would be anyone but myself.

Lately things have been struggling; my dopamine rushes just never stop ending.

I'm not denying myself the sleep I so crave
It feels like a war to take back the night and my dreams are becoming daymares again

I promised older folk I would not consume cannabis

But I still feel so much pain here from the past; I can't sleep I can't sleep I can dream again but I can't sleep with the lights on

Turn off the lights; turn off the lights

It's almost 1 am on the 2nd day of DST (Daylight Savings Time) so in three minutes I'm going to go consume the herb I know the most about

Cannabis indica, with as much CBD as I can find because they bred out Northern Lights to make percentages go higher

I don't care that the older folk don't get the meaning of HARM REDUCTION; IT'S MY LIFE AND THEY'RE FOCOCTED HYPOCRITES WHO CONSUME way worse shit on a daily basis.

And I'm the one who gets drugged AGAINST my will by dumbasses in positions of power

Now that I've made my intent clear, it's time...