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waiting certain death for i must camp with my parents jacob and i will smoke we will steal away in the forest come back a little more enlightened and smell like pot aah, from a kid i knew in fifth grade freshmen stoners are cool five dollars i handed him he pulled a baggy from his wallet handed me the goods in the middle of the halls no covert-ops no secrecy just transaction now i have something to do fuck, im bored i havent smoked at all today every other day this week stoned out of my gord monday at the river and lunch tuesday during the assembly wednesday during the assembly thursday after school friday nothing saturday is forseen as stoned sunday maybe unless we smoke it all today i was acting super-stoned the sobriety is acting up turning into rarity fuck, im a stoner again. |
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