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nauseous gnats
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Aug. 3rd, 2005 | 03:14 pm
mood: at death's unhearing door
I went to my friend's yesterday and we lay on cushions like a couple of Persian princesses and partook of blue smoke and snaketalk through the pipe of a hookah.
Today my stomach feels as though it has caved in after an elephant tiptoed across it, and my head is a cloud of swarming, nauseous gnats.
Never again hookah without sugah. Nevah evah.
Going on how I feel now, never again hookah fullstop.
Today my stomach feels as though it has caved in after an elephant tiptoed across it, and my head is a cloud of swarming, nauseous gnats.
Never again hookah without sugah. Nevah evah.
Going on how I feel now, never again hookah fullstop.
