life.
rawdogging life undiagnosed while i exhale da ethereal tobacco smoke out my lungs. lovely.
i should live at ease & die with dignity.
sparking up an indica to sedate the demons living rent free in my soul.
psychedelics are a tool. but never abuse it. you might turn braindead.
eating sirloin steaks for breakfast. sipping on a fresh oj. finishing off with a microdose of aspirin. real god’s meal.
take my top off. stare at myself in the mirror for a few mins. cherish the journey to obtain the golden ratio.
what a privilege it is to be at the point in my life where i think of nothing but progressing.
in literally every aspect of life.
i don’t take this lightly.
life is fleeting. tomorrow ain’t promised. so isn’t today.
that’s why imma stick to sculpting my body. till the day i die. looking sexy at my funeral is crucial.
jokes aside, nothing makes sense anymore.
spitting game to some fine women used to be hardest part of life for me.
now, i meet whores telling me they’d rather get fucked raw by me, not their boyfriend who is sat at home, waiting...
it’s a nightmare.
i thought when i reach a certain age, things will start making sense.
what i experience is a infinite puzzle of the unknown.
pieces of life, never coming together.
like it or not. life is a game.
but game’s are limited. there is no limits to a brilliant life. any limitation is an illusion that your own mind put there.
so you might aswell enjoy it.
enjoy living outside of this illusion. you’re always in full control.
that’s why i rarely ever give up on any of my crazy ideas.
whatever comes to mind, has to be atleast tested.
who knows?
maybe that crazy idea will singlehandedly change the way i live my life.
sometimes i forget humans don’t understand that you can simply poke life with a stick. endlessly.
until something actually pops out.
voila. now you’re free.
i went from eating carnivore to never missing a vanilla ice cream day. true peater.
i went from writing about money to pouring my heart and soul onto a page and calling it my psychopathic diary. lovely.
from being scared to interact with females to swooping so many i can’t fit anymore in my roster.
the life you desire to live is literally tapping at the glass.
there’s no such thing as coincidence in this dimension.
simply let that life in.
don’t forget to enjoy it.
this is all you got.
dwell on that 2nite.
speak soon.
stay schizo.
g2Ø.
by the way…
somewhere right now a young man my age is surviving off rice and beans, daydreaming about a life that could’ve been, suffering an existential dread and pain…
while a guy who joined the schizo hub before the timer hits zero, jumped at the opportunity to accomplish his craziest dreams & got obsessed over the heroic mission he’s about to embark on…
be that guy.
join the schizo hub right now.
5 days left before the price goes up
until we meet again.