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When I walk into the bar and see the guy I never called back

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Mar 25, 2012
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When you feel like you’re falling right before you go to sleep

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Mar 22, 2012
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Trying to drink something after getting novocaine

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Mar 16, 2012
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One of my ancestors was burned at the stake for being a witch

i have a black cat

omg im a witch

" The medieval apothecary garden cared little for aesthetics, focusing instead on species that healed and intoxicated and occasionally poisoned. Witches and sorcerers cultivated plants with the power to “cast spells” – in our vocabulary, “psychoactive” plants. Their potion recipes called for such things as datura, opium poppies, belladonna, hashish, fly-agaric mushrooms (Amanita muscaria), and the skins of toads (which contain DMT, a powerful hallucinogen). These ingredients would be combined in a hempseed-oil-based “flying ointment” that witches would administer vaginally using a special dildo. This was the “broomstick” by which these women were said to travel.”


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