Smoke still has my mind. Remembering the night that I've just left behind. So much done, many dutchmasters split. Running from the fuzz and all other shit. Lounging on coushins with my head in a daze. Everything went so fast inside a red smoke-filled haze. No laughing, No cough. I think it's the couch that I fell off. my arms change, I see them go green. The strangest thing I've ever seen. Isn't it fun when the brain has no cells? Everything pretty and tinkling bells.