I walk these streets
and hear the pitter patter of rain
paint the street
I throw on the beats
and get my audio on/
I Feel the rain wash down my neck
and a trickle goes down my spine
as the music travels up my spine
My eyes get bloodshot off of the Pine Smell of my bud in the air
I take a long drag and watch the cherry get really long
its a long walk but I have a shaggy stroll and keep in mind
that I'm baked listenin to Method Man while the music is in sychronization with
the view of a lighting striking. It blows my mind that I almost trip over a curb
and scuff up my Jordan Flights that have been ruined from being my most comfortable walking shoes. I look around and see a couple kids buying a 10 sack or 20 sack from a Somalian..... which isnt smart cuz" half the time that **** aint even ****"(quoting Thorogood from Half baked).
I gigle and think about what If I just yelled freeze what there reaction would be

but I just pass by and wave with my blunt in the air
Saluting the other *** heads out in these elements to get faded
May the Force be with you Young Jedi
Jedi Mind Tricks switch over onto my headphones
and I begin to think my blunt is a light saber
and im on some type of epic adventour....
But I'm only go to the grocery store for another wrap, a bottle of welches strawberry soda,and a nutty bar...


Muchies will take you the strangest places.

don't know...

    i suppose i unfolded an umbrella,

lodged it on my bed,

and fell asleep under it with

                my cat;

woke up,

   having simultaneous muchies

with him,

   and did the most humane

thing imaginable...

    let him out to grasp the july

night...

       and then... burned a few

rowan tree leaves...

         while sniffing-up

                             the burn-offs.

In a stoner's mind
**** in hand
Pipe on time
Smoking a rise
Laughing all the time
Muchies all around
High as clouds
Dont make a sound
Passing out
Wake up
Bake  up