Oh... fuck. Junk Project - Composure + remnants of skanky, dry pseudo-weed shit gone, smoking tar lumps in my vaporizer... still off my tits.
sad realization that my weed is gone... and this shitty buzz will wear off in short 45 minutes or so....
woe is me.
I leave you with my Zen Thought # 1: In space of drugs no one will hear you scream. They cannot hear you scream, for them to hear is to have angelic ears of dealer with good shit... or perky ears of a demon dealing lousy, dry shit. May his flat-chested girlfriend give him dick warts and cock cancer. I am a butterfly.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate