Bailey Joe Gable. 18. Miserable. Alone. I'm secretly a cat in my spare time. Misanthropist. I think humans are vile things. I live from box to box in hope that one day I will have nothing but a pack of the most important things. I'm a funky not a junky but I know where to get it. My days are spent meandering the streets and exploring drugs. Psychonaut to the world.
I've lost my will to live and now the only thing left is my will to survive.
I wish the world could see the beauty I see in myself.
There are owls in the gravy.
So it goes.
If you thought this blog was for you, you're wrong. It's for me.
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Neon City
Neon nation strikes again! This was my first festival as a knowing adolescent, there were so many beautiful people! I consumed copious amounts of DOB and more alcohol than I ever should. In fact I fell down 15-20 ft. of rocks that we were climbing on, never felt more alive. But after all that womping and stomping my body hurts so good. I could hardly crawl into bed.
