Add Zest With Adderall

My blog seems to be taking on a pharmaceutical quality. Did I mention what fuels my writing sessions?It was a bus stop, complete with a graffitied up bench, all fogged out because of it’s close situation next to the mill creek. Nobody ever liked to hang out by the mill creek, except for the haggard and despondent ones. The oracle had been calling to him, and now in his hand was a battered up box made out of cardboard. It had stickers on it and tape, with a few precious secrets also kept inside. He didn’t have to go far. He had found what the oracle wanted exactly, in his own city. But it had taken him a very long time to find his peculiar present, and purple grooves reminiscent of flowers were worn underneath his insomniac eyelids.