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!
Lovin’ it? No? Likin’ it, at least? No? Screw it, just hit the button below.
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