My fingers feel numb. The bandaid I got for reaching my razor on the blind is warminly sticky. The rain is like a rumor far away, yet it´s cold in the bones, I tremble, I have a dried mouth, a bad breath, yet I am happy and laughing, feeling as detached, as in riding on a spaceship. It´s dark but I don´t care, I keep watching the screen, the lights that come through it. I am alone, like the junkey, but not for very long. If I could have a presion pump online, I would say my diastolic pressure is high and my systolight is low. I measured it once with a stoner hash smoker paramedic in Barcelona. The drinkers in the experiment, like 8, had it a little low. So, I am so stoned. I need music!
My mouth is dry as a lost oyster, need to smoke a cigarette and remember my first stoner, for this might very well be my last, you never know.
So dry, the tobacco smoke is heavy, yet soothing. Terrible English (capital for English says the dictionary by Google, what about Spaniard?, as well, we are even... writing, so confusing, unreadable, if not by phonetics, why hasn´t phonetics advanced? My first stoner included tobacco I kept forgetting where I had left them fags, Light!
My friends controlled, I wanted to write, and I wrote, something forgotten, the letters would come and go, on the red ink, my friend had an El Greco portrait where I have now my mirror, over the desktop. So I light a fag went to write, saw everything moving along. Laughed hard at everything. Everything seems so trivial an easy, your heart is beating hard. Then the ears begin to hear deeply, the sound is so smooth. But yout heads keeps coming downs and you stand you balance, like apendulum, that´s a way to tel if someone is stoned, she is dancing reagge!
So dark, gonna go get the lights on...
Liquid on the trhoaaat!
Liquid on the trhoaaat!
Saw Bob Marley today in a picture online saying the herb ruled, music sounds so good! word up came, in the best of cameo.
Wanna dance, full of energy!
Jango rules for the writer, it´s like radio without advertising.... I wanted to be a surrealist writer, but my mechanical devices were low, and pot did not give greater things than calligraphy.
MMMM...mMMm my moutn
The comentators know who is winning the match.
I´ve smoked every day for almost six years, and beyond, 20 years maybe. I even wear dark glasses so they KNOW I am a stoner, like Late Fidel Velazquez. Makes me better, or worse, I think makes things more FUN, antidepressant, you are not too anxious,
Watch soccer with my friends completely fried was fun, intense, with the girls I did not like it in the begging,
This appears in the whole screen, trying to catch some pirate soccer channel game on pirlotv.es,
Technology sucks you, from the book to the spacecam,
Phenomena repercute
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