weed nr gets in my eyes and my brain literally and figuratively 220705 ... raze i still have my glass pipes. at least the ones that didn't die in the flood. and the tobacco pipe i used before that. and the blue m&m minis container i kept my roaches in when i didn't own a pipe. it lost its papers sometime before it got to me. it used to be gord's. the only bong that's left is the red plastic piece of shit that couldn't get a dragonfly high. i don't think about these things, but they're there. i don't think about how i fell in love with the idea of making myself disappear one small piece at a time. i loved all of it. the smell and the sting and the quiet loud decelerated everything. so many memories glued to a green queen who tried to chase my dreams away. i'd probably be stoned right now if i hadn't almost lost my mind the last three times we met. i miss her sometimes. but not enough to ever let her dance with me again. 220709 what's it to you? who go blather from