Diary of a stoner youthDiary 1.It feels like my head is pounding but not with a headache. It is numbed so much to the point where it's music. My heart beat can be felt so easily through my chest. My senses are so enhanced but reactions are slow but my mind is moving faster than my body ever could. The whole week has been fueling this point with hit after hit straight to the lungs. This unbeatable feeling of being calm for once in a world where a calm time hardly exists. The world is asleep and you're awake it feels enlightening to be in this state. This is my first entry of a diary that shall be posted every now and then. To express this state of mind through the
Warforged OmegaCrafted from metals unknown to most men. Made by those now dead and gone and left without a trace of where they may have gone to. The Warforged has now been released by 3 adventurers on their travels in a cave of Elven and Human design. He was greeted with a mixture of hostility and caution. His name is Omega. He knows not of his past or where he will go in the future with the 3 that stand before his chamber. He holds a weapon not seen by his new 'friends'. A weapon that fires led through a metal barrel using gunpowder and unthinkable mechanisms. Fixed upon it is a metal blade used to make this strange weapon a close and long ranged weapon. H
Green Sticky LeavesThe plant that loads hate,Has always been brought up for debate.It's effects good and clean?Or dirty and green?Curing people of illness?Or causing many sickness?The plant is illegal,For reasons unknown by many people.It doesn't harm your system,The politicians are talking through their rectum.Nearly every politician has smoked this plant,Yet they always go on a hate filled rant.Make it legal, make it green,Let us smoke it and keep the streets clean.Now I'm writing this while high.So now I do say, goodbye.
Her First DayShe woke. Nudging me in my side continously saying 'Kelvie! Wake up! Wake up!' I eventually sat up and rub my tired eyes after very little sleep. 'What is it, baban...?' I said through a throat full of phlem. 'It's my first day...' She replied looking around quite nervously. 'Oh fuck me it is... Let me just get up and get dressed. You do the same.' I say as I leave the bed and instanty rummage tiredly through my drawers to try and find some clothing suitable for the day. She did the same on the opposing side of the bed. After a few minutes she ran to the bathroom after getting dressed and very eagerly started brushing her teeth, her speed sho
Get a LifeGet a life.The argument for those more socially acceptable.But what if I don't want a single life?I play games and have multiple.One day I am a medieval knight on a holy pilgrimage.The next I fight in the front lines of our greatest wars.And on another I'm a musician.All these lives put together,I have more than you.A fully augmented human being.These are my lives.And I can't wait to get another.1-Up.
With each passing wordWith each word said,And each sentence made.It hurts more,Never ending hurt.My smile is fake,But I keep my smile for you.You need a happy brother,Not a sad one that'll just bring you down.I'll always protect you.But in the end,I'll never be happy.Because I'm finding it hard to cope,The hand so carefully placed on the trigger.I hope you have a good life, baban.I will love you always.
3 Years On3 Years on and I still remember you.The days we spent laughing and talking,I know we fought sometimes,But when we needed eachother we were there.I loved you always, from infant to teen.Then you were taken. I was just 13.I miss you with each day that passes.Requescat in pace, mama.You were loved by many.Hated by few.Respected by all.
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