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Apr 2013
I feel like im on the verge of death..bathroom walls closing in cant catch my breath..*** i think im going to die..I must be freaking hallucinating pain its this dope im high..please save me why God why?..I faint I spread my arms i ascend i fly..to a place i can rest ..i can sleep..i can lie..lie in the hay and smoke kush all day..why hi there super girl up up and away..oh no my highs coming down my thoughts my inner voice they drown..down down the ***** with a flushing sound..got a leaf in the pack the weeds in the back and im breaking it off from the pound..mind u i must of huffed up propane from my lighter..back in the air im a jet fighter..a fly into space and meet an alien race..they try to examine my species..plugged me with a probe that made me **** my feces...the sent made all those aliens fall to pieces..i took a whiff got up from the bathroom floor with my spliff..lit it up..took a hit..munchies on i grab a chip..just before i go in my rocket ship
kirklefrance
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kirklefrance  Bahamas
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