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| HELL is living your life in Stoner Mode, from one moment to the next, trying desperately to say high. It all feels right when you're lit. You can get things done. When you sober up, the world looks cruel, cold, useless, lame Your environment devolves into television and eat and drink. Your future a horizon of never-gonna-get-there. Hope is why I get high. It helps me to see everything and its purpose. But then there is all that wigging that it causes, all the coughing, the cherry red eyes, the zombiewhite skin, the ashy hair, the pink eye-lids, the bloated face, the monsterboy formations, the weaklinglinglike presence. Vampire food. How do I shake this dreadful demon once again? For it is quite determined to stay in here forever. But then there is: That Other thing in me. The spark of my blood. The reason I came here Was not to be drugged. So I sit in meditation And contemplate my fate. Will I be a stoner for life Or will I be great? Comment here: I will respond Today's Wisdom Archives |
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