Plans for the future

Apart from a drug induced psychokinesis torn in pieces by a crack whore on final release, is we all just rolling around high on weed killer or the weed we did turn to exterminate not germinate? A stone cold hole in the ground awaits he who is the filler of a six foot future realized when he was just 18. A plan serene of collage courses and simple sources of fun, like sniffing' plasticine and more more more of the green, lean fat reducing tumor machine we call ganga! "Hell yeah!" You see the seeds of immortality in those dreams but all you're doing is stressing mortality to the limit! Can't you feel it?! "Nah, man. I'm too high" Then get your head out of the darkened sky and float down to the ground and surround yourself with people from here not way up there. It's never too late to come down so stop your flying you're just lying to yourself about what you see. Those aren't visions of reality. You must believe! The smoke is clouding your vision, see? And the line you walk is paved powder. Not sugar, not chalk but co-co-co-cocaine! Another nights pain from four or five hits that bruise your brain and make you loco. Insane! Now you're higher class. You've moved up the ranks in the bank and the money keeps flowing in like a silent sin. Soulless conqueror that is the other green. But the dollar now dying the euro still climbing so grab grab grab for more more more and maybe just maybe you can fill that void with big business man toys. But no, not today. Denied, I'm afraid. I say no, I'm afraid. "Help I'm afraid!" Paranoia takes hold. You no longer feel bold, brand new. No more youth, not for you. My predictions come true. Now you've lost your wings. Hear no angels sing. The ground is waving. Wave back. Lost your last chance. Sit back and try to relax. No go back little man. Was this part of your plan of a six foot future you made when you were just eighteen? A little makes a lot, make a whole lot more. Now you're flat lining on the floor.

Even so...

Although it's almost over, I am steeped in more hatred than ever. 5 weeks left and I'm snapping at everything. I don't feel stressed for the exams, or pushed to study. I don't even really do homework. But I feel the pressure of everyone watching me and forcing me to stay in that HOLE!!! FUCK THEM!! I come home and want to be left alone but every fucking topic is about school! GET. THE. PICTURE. AND. DON'T. ASK. ME. ABOUT. SCHOOL. EVER.