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2192d39
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It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.
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diary
marijuana
pot
go-ask-alice
drugs
heroin
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Beatrice Sparks |
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3a542ad
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to ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you, something else is hurting you - that's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think, or madhouses or mechanical cunts or 162 baseball games in a season. or vietnam or israel or the fear of spiders. your love washing her yellow false teeth in the sink before you screw.
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dirty-realism
legalization
legalize
whiskey
weed
realism
pot
drugs
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Charles Bukowski |
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There was no time to weigh chances. There was no such thing as chances anyway, in the distorted perspective of the weed fumes.
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weed
marijuana
pot
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Cornell Woolrich |
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721addc
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"Evans turned away, did something with his left eyelid for the benefit of the other two. "It's got him," he smirked. "He's tuned-in from now on." Time started to slow up and act crazy. Minutes took much longer to pass than they had before. It was hard for him to adjust himself to the new ratio, he got all balled-up. When it seemed like half an hour had gone by, the radio would still be playing only the first chorus of the same selection that had begun a good thirty minutes before. Otherwise, nothing much happened. Vinnie was doing a good deal of muffled giggling over there on the divan. The stranger who had been sitting reading the paper got up, yawned, stretched ponderously, and strolled out into the hall, with a muttered "Happy landing!" by way of leave-taking. He didn't come back again any more. Turner looked down one time and a quarter of an inch of charred paper was all that was left between his fingers. Then the next time he looked there was a full length cigarette again."
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weed
marijuana
pot
drugs
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Cornell Woolrich |
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bfaccb4
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I'm on a journey seeking personal enlightenment, and you are disturbing my aura of love.
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shorty
lorraine
pot
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Christine Feehan |