june eighteen

this one

somtimes i wonder if the reason im like this is because i have a big black bar of crack in my pocket. a big black bar of crack with a little bell, and every time your friends want you to take a little hit, the little bell rings. oh! that means its time to get out your little crack pipe and chip off a piece of black black crack and smoke it till its 4pm. Than its time to wonder why your life is a blur.

and no one likes doing crack anymore. thats the silly part. on tiktok. i see so many videos that are tutorials on how to stop using crack and how to open a book instead. Millions of likes. Its a epidemic thats so fixable!! but our brains just cant handle the idea of not being able to swipe. all of us want to swipe so so bad. Now my mom explains what the roman empire trend is to my father at the family dinner.

so how does it affect zephyr graham? Today i couldnt find my house at the austrian resort because i couldnt stop looking at it. Everything around me was a blur while a visionette formed around my device. I couldnt tell which direction i came from.

the worst part is i dont know where my thoughts begin and where my phone ends. there is no room in my head anymore. the moment im alone it beckons for me. I used to play pretend in my yard. I used to make up stories. I used to be a human being, as much as a seven year old could be one. Now i’m a zombie. A zombie that tries downloading apps to stop me from going on other apps.

the green of the earth looks so gray when im looking up fap edits