Thinking is the Enemy of Creativity. It's Self-Conscious, & Anything Self-Conscious is Lousy.
144ish hours, so, 6 days. How? I was fucked up.. Shrooms, Alcohol, Weed, Nicotine and Rosy. How am I not dead? Idk, that was one hell of a week though. Don't do drugs kids. I think my party days are over, that was probably the peek. I was not in a good state of mind, so I got very careless and did some stupid shit. It may have been fun for me at the time, but it fucked me up in the long run.