I am pretty sure 'shrooms don't grow in a forest full of snow. Burn!
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It's Christmas, currently 6.23 AM here and my parents are coming at around 8-9 AM. I'm looking forward to all the shit my parents have bought me, I know I've got a ton of awesome stuff.
But still, I just don't feel happy and have contemplated Murder leading up to Christmas... It's very depressing to know that everybody is joyful, and I'm not... It really emphasises the depression.
It hasn't snowed, that's a major part in all of this... I Remember some years back, I was going to this giant forest by myself to pick some shrooms and it was beautiful... Snow everywhere, Robins on the leafless trees and the whole place was inundated by snow. Recalling that view makes me happy, but to know it isn't here now sucks.
Suicide is a retarded idea, but murder is not... That's Interesting. I can imagine it: Seeing blood splash over the white snow, it would be like a red rose and a white rose: you could distinguish between them, the dichotomy would be nice to look at.
It would make for a great film scene, small Log cabins and camps of vagabonds in the midst of middle age Britain, people are hanged on the trees and the camps of Nomads seek entry into all the nations, especially that of Scotland. (Scotland was its own kingdom until like 1707, and still people rioted in them days about unionism... Felt relevant to say seeing the recent political oscillations in Scotland.)
But meh, I don't know... Have a nice Christmas if you can, I'll probably go to my parents and have Christmas dinner before setting off to get shit faced drunk and blow myself out of this world by consuming every drug I can get my hands on.
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