Be honest. Who in the fuck that is posting this time of night is not fucked up

me, I'm slowly dying no concept of time

I am not fucked up.

Liar.

obviously, people needing some sort of help.

Please. Send help for me.

Tomorrow is my Saturday. That is why I am up late. Oh well good night dea.

Right now, you need the attention of others, so that's what we are giving you.

It's not late at night for everyone.

Don't go overboard on the attention.

I think that your training in being a Safe Space Coordinator has went to your head.

I work swing shift, six days a week, for a steel mill. I don't know what day it is most of the time, let alone the hour. So, yeah, I guess I'm fucked up too.

GODDAMMMITTT HO LEE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP SO LATE?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????​?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????​?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????​?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????​?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????​???????????????????????????????????????????????????

All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident. -Arthur Schopenhauer

I can't sleep. Got home from work around midnight evening shift. You?

The topics are pretty boring tonight. They are all about the same thing.

Am I f'd up? Straight and sober, but, yeah maybe I am mentally.

It's 10:22am here in Moscow.

Last Edited by Enlightened Serpent on 09/28/2018 03:23 AM

You got me there, HO LEE.

Time is what you make of it.

I love you so much that I'll post a vid.

I would really like to fuck that blonde @ 00:52. I think she wants it.

I remember talking almost every night, it seemed - to my friends Amy or Julie... or Kristin or Karen or Susanne or Laura or Meghan or Nikki - the list goes on, friends for a lifetime; built on a foundation of talking through school and life, starting at age 14! Several of those great women are in those seats right behind me today.

i mean... its 10am

I have the shits.

By who's definition?

Sober and the damn dog woke me up to pee!

Fucked up, meh no... Drinking hurts too much anymore and pot just isn't my thing.. just reading...

































I lied, cocaine.......

Last Edited by Kealo on 09/28/2018 04:44 AM

Foot steps above my head woke me up.

Clean and sober here.


Insomnia.

As I sleep fluid pools in my upper body and begins to impinge on the nerve, then I wake up with my left arm in severe pain. I can't lay back down until the fluid levels have equalized, not matter how sleepy I am. Even oxycodone does not touch this. Weed works, but I have to get past the bipolar lady with the knife in her boot to smoke it. Waiting for hemp tea to cool.

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Another crusade, another century. Nothing ever changes.

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God bless him!