I'd rather have a hand count of friends.
Than a pocket-full of enemies.

Strength in numbers?
Oh my
fine, sweet ***
no.

They can  
keep hatin'.
I have strength in myself.
No, need to count.
I got this.

Imma pack full flavored infamy.

So Put this
Crystal,
in your
pain-stained crack pipe
& shmoke it.

Until your wee, little brain
rots right out of
your hallowed out head.

I feel ethereally insignificant...
                                in bliss...

:: You know the only reason we love is because we're afraid of ourselves, we're afraid of being alone.

:: You know I ******* hate these stupid "profound" comments you make when you're high.

:: What, ma-

:: You think you're so cool because you "shmoke dah ganjahh man"! cuz you can be "deep brahh"! ******* man.

:: Hahahaha Ahhhh Hahahaha

:: Hahaha haha! Yea brohhh I'm just messing with you, I totally know what you mean about being afraid of ourselves... That ***** crazy man, society's **** man, right now there's like no thrill in being alive anymore. I guess capitalism works when you always have a bit of ambition, or greed-

:: Well, when you take away materialistic desires, but you have wealth you're left in a position where theres no need for anything at all. Maybe even no need to exist; if you've already reached the top level of the game... well why are you even gonna' keep playing.

:: Maybe you can just be in bliss...

:: ...