Just was laying back, stoned out of my mind, could't move a muscle ... everything was calm and moved with a grace, time felt like nothing and drifted into space.
oil take me home, take me to where it all make's sense.. the burning coating in the lung's, the ragged gasp for breath the tickle the tight squeeze... I need air.. I can't fully breathe without coughing.. I love it... so stoned... everything buzz's... cost to much to smoke like this.
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