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You know you have good bud when finger tips are sticky No seeds Stems bend not break Dank aroma sparks desire to elevate Roll Burn Puff Laugh THC makes me lazy Left sober with nothing to eat Mom yells beacause an empty plate is left from what was eaten A fork and syrup remain where flapjacks once layed Lips sticky A flying saucer lands on carpet Ants investigate because I am lazy Brain stimulation allows for barriers to be broken Stress lives on the first floor but on A roof dwells laughs So often I catch an elevator Only mellow tunes can be heard on this elevator Food for thought is french rolled not eaten Worries drowned out from laughter Now no situation seems too sticky Ambition for new ideas can't be broken At these heights interest has home field advantage over laziness Nothing good ever comes to the lazy Full potential could never elevate Bad habits leave you broke If you don't work you don't eat Situations become sticky When it's back to the first floor where presense is absence of laughter Only to keep from crying do I laugh No longer high I mope around lazily Mouth salivating for something rank and sticky No alternatives for an out of order elevator Kitchen cabinets bear nothing to eat I am broke But my spirits never broken Sadly I watch other people laugh Watch other people eat Who's is really to blame for being lazy? Stairwells are alternatives for elevators There's nothing like being high on life Less sticky
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
Clouded Mind
You know you have good bud when finger tips are sticky No seeds Stems bend not break Dank aroma sparks desire to elevate Roll Burn Puff Laugh THC makes me lazy Left sober with nothing to eat Mom yells beacause an empty plate is left from what was eaten A fork and syrup remain where flapjacks once layed Lips sticky A flying saucer lands on carpet Ants investigate because I am lazy Brain stimulation allows for barriers to be broken Stress lives on the first floor but on A roof dwells laughs So often I catch an elevator Only mellow tunes can be heard on this elevator Food for thought is french rolled not eaten Worries drowned out from laughter Now no situation seems too sticky Ambition for new ideas can't be broken At these heights interest has home field advantage over laziness Nothing good ever comes to the lazy Full potential could never elevate Bad habits leave you broke If you don't work you don't eat Situations become sticky When it's back to the first floor where presense is absence of laughter Only to keep from crying do I laugh No longer high I mope around lazily Mouth salivating for something rank and sticky No alternatives for an out of order elevator Kitchen cabinets bear nothing to eat I am broke But my spirits never broken Sadly I watch other people laugh Watch other people eat Who's is really to blame for being lazy? Stairwells are alternatives for elevators There's nothing like being high on life Less sticky
#addiction#depression#high#recovery#marijuana#smoker
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
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