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OhWhatANight
SOOO.... One day there was These 2 girls. They were getting a bit TYPSie You seeeee welll... Jill asked Her gooooood FrIend dani To pour her a SMALLLL shott wellllll OOOOOOOOOO is what she got that and A fucking Huge Asss SHOT..well now it was time where the 2 girls where getting some what TANKED sssooo they thought they would SMOKE a BOWL.... well the girls where getting sick of the stupid CRACK PIPE cause it makes you have FUCKING SWOLLEN LIPS.. so they had the great idea offf the *Gravity Bong* so the girls set out to make this mighty machine in the kitchen sink....It was going goood UNTILll "OOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Jill Dropped the Hash In the SINK ..Awe SHit SON But no Worries DANIELLE saved the Bowl and some what of the hash UNtill ...Shit man we dropped the bowl in the SINK again ahaha fuck that was some funny shit man
 

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Thinking outside the box
I believe with the event of acid we discovered new way to think
and it had to do with piecing together new thoughts of mind.
Why is it that people think it's so evil?
What is it about it that there is scares people so deeply?
Because they are afraid that there is more to reality than they have ever confronted.
That there are doors that they're afraid to go in and they don't want us to go in there


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Writen By Tom
once apone atime there was a prinssce named vikky and thenshe got kidnapped by the dark lord and he locked her up in the hightest town in the biggest castel and then there was this super hero and came and sever her form the darklord and killed him and feed him to the giant chickens and the princsees was ave and then they got married and the the super hero found out that she was a guy so he killed
her and fed her to the giant chiken to and he live happly ever after alone
 

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Kurt Cobain
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.

All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things.

For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.

On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!

I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.

I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.

Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy.
Kurt Cobain