Monthly Archives: July 2014

Broken back, I have been victimised. These trippy circles don’t let me be… Or is it all that is me? I start to question and forget the answers… I miss what is me, and I forget, that is me… All i hear is a resounding swish and the pulsating breath. It mocks my unconsciousness, it shakes my consciousness. I love, my lovely, cannabis. I love thee!