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trailerpark monks we finished smoking the laptop computer today the blonde and i watched it curl away, white smoke off of aluminum foil little pink granules crushed and burned, turned to liquid, then to energy then fits of depression rage suicidal tendencies; White Rabbit sounds real good so does Heard it Through the Grapevine so does We Gotta Get Outta This Place beer evens out the high or a Soma shoot it up, then do a Soma ride the most blissful, creative, lucid high right out of the mother night right into the blaring asshole of the morning hey baby, all in moderation i didn't have a need for the laptop anyway i use a pen we are recreational users rational creatures we hide behind duct-taped drapes trailerpark monks is that a cop? i see trees of green, but i can't remember how they feel.
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