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Jun 2017
i'd hate to write an eleanor rigby type of poem, about being "lonely", or what love i didn't receive, or could otherwise give...

*******!
              i only found out today...
once you could buy a 12.5g packet of amber
leaf,
               with rolling papers!
you could once buy a packet of 10s...
    i.e. ten cigarettes...
                         today? oh no, against the law...
you can only buy 20s,
                  or in the case of raw tobacco
30g or 50g (grams)...
                                       *******!
plus all the fancy writing is missing...
                     god, i missed rolling cigarettes...
i remember the first time i srtarted rolling,
i was rolling *joints
: marijuana mixed
with tobacco...
                       i was **** at it,
               and my girlfriend at the time laughed:
how can you be a stoner, and be unable
to roll a joint? tina ******* turner!
           but these new laws...
     i'm becoming irritated by them...
            i really just want 12.5g of tobacco to roll...
i guess the answer is:
   well... we have to put off teenagers buying
the smaller portions that they can afford...
oh **** me, i remember buying a packet
of 10s for two 13 year old girls,
         since they kept nagging and nagging...
oops... broke the law...
                 3 years short...
                     oh just *******, smoke 'em
and get off my shoulders...
             that sort of thing used to happen...
in central london a group of kids
  asked me to buy them a cheap brand of 10s...
i chipped in, bought them camel lights
(the blues ones) -
       they were like, huh?
                       i just replied:
             chipped in, these ciggies are better,
so no, you don't get 20 pence worth's of change
from the money you gave me;
but lately, with these new laws?
           john! john! i'm looking for adolf!
  can you point in the direction where he might
be standing?!
                    tina mother... ******* turner.
and the americans think that the "war" with
native americans has ended...
              ever rolled american spirit tobacco?
foooooook me...
                        it's not as soggy as
golden virginia...
                         the war's over?
                                 so why am i still puffing?
    oh i can't complain, i cough a little
the next morning...
                       then i have some ***,
and the cough... magically disappears...
        but something weirder has happened to me,
third day counting...
            i was sitting on the throne of thrones
(a toilet)... feeling that i was ******* out a black *****...
lo! and behold...
                  i ******* out a pea-sized ****...
and i'm like.... huh?!
         where did the actual **** run off too?
another time, it was about 7 teenage boys asking
me to buy them *****...
            what's the fraction?
    probably less than a shot between them (>50ml)...
listen, i started my career in drinking
   with an irish kid and an english kid
at a youth club with white lightning... it's a cider?
i don't remember...
    at least we didn't begin with carlsberg's
                          special brew (9 volt);
was i the last boy to buy ***** magazines in shops?
oh, *****, internet **** is one thing...
   buy a ***** mag...     get to grips with being
"judged" as a "pervert"...
                      after w. burroughs people thought
that only ****** junkies had slang...
                d'uh... so do major league drinkers.
*******... all i wanted was a 12.5g packet
                of amber leaf...
    golden virginia can *******! that ****'s too soggy!
do they **** into each packet,
    to provide the glue-like feel of the tobacco?
all i know... it's not supposed to have a fudge-texture!
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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