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For the first time in a long time
written by Genocide Reaper08:44 AM 11/28/04| For the first time in a long time I got High, how I felt that powerful herb shake my mind. I couldn't believe I was standing in the moonlight high as a kite in the middle of the woods, full of THC that gold, green and glorius plant had set me free. Thinking about how paranoid I had become, just too heal my aches and pain, the strain, the stain of my life, to smoke a little something, and drink a little, just to feel my self drift away. I was just thinking about where I was, where I'd been, and as that night in a shelter beneath the moon-light I couldn't help but lose sleep over thinking of some one very special to me, she couldn't leave me be, haunting my intoxicated body, filling me up with her soul, I had sweated and suffered, lacking sleep for twenty four hours, sucking down the beer, the booze, and the thick gray smoke. Deep inside, I couldn't help but keep her on my mind. I felt the need to rise and find myself drowning in cold water, out of the heat far away. Wakeing myself to find a dehydrated body that was my own. Stoned and rolling alone, ready to find another reason to clear my head, look for another drink, and give myself time to think. |
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Got high for the first time in a long time, and fairly drunk aswell...And couldn't help but think about some one special. Love too you sweetness.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-29-2004 - 06:57 PM)
| mmm...seems a like weekend. I'm home now, my love. HOME!yea:) |
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