As I lay upon a rotted land
Mesmerized by a grim, pitch black sky
A sense of dread crept up my body
A fear of what I do not know, perhaps?
Confused and alert, why, I asked myself
A detached creature seldom cares
And then it dawned, as if from Gabriel himself
'Tis time for a fucking smoke
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Living in the moment
I started walking on Majeedhee Magu. I was too stoned to do anything more than count the pavement bricks...The effects of the marijuana did its part well. However unsolvable a problem appeared, my mind dismissed it as just another problem with the universe that you personally cannot set right. More from Azazel
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