Hi guys, welcome to Swarth. I am back and I'm here to fucking stay on one condition.

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but basically, sluts I am back and I'm back for good. I don't know if you can hear it in

my voice. Something has changed. I am just beaming. Europe did me very fucking well.

Like I got eaten out for play fingering the whole nine yards fucked in the ass. Good. I am

tan. I have put on six pounds and my ass is looking phenomenal. I have like a little bit

of a possibility, but it balances it out and it's exactly what I fucking needed. Except

the two very noticeable battle wounds. They're noticeable because they're on my fucking face.

You guys on my nose and on my forehead to be exact, but that's the story we will get in

two later. Aside from that, I look like a human being again. I was looking admittedly

a little gaunt in the face. I like Kate Moss because I wasn't doing too well, which I'm assuming

Kate Moss wasn't either in her prime in the fucking 90s. Isn't there a video of her doing

coke on a park bench or some shit? Anyways, now, new year, new me because it was just my

fucking birthday. But before we get into that, I need to talk about something I have been

so conflicted over this and I would love to hear anyone's experience with this. So one

of my really good friends who lives in LA told me that he had an opening and asked me to

join him and like a small group of people to a healing ritual type thing with this highly

regarded shaman to try ayahuasca. This fucking upcoming weekend, we were going to go down

south somewhere. I was told to wear all white. They sent this email and it was wild. I don't

know what an email for a ayahuasca medical ceremony is supposed to be, but like there

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