Don’t smoke the weed, Let the weed smoke you.
…and other ramblings.
What is the purpose of a soldering iron, when you have the pleasure of plastic tires. Burn rubber and doodle with the shovel, be silent and light up to join my brother covered in rum. Let’s rub one another, embrace the fucker. Joints are meant to unite the stoner. Don’t let them call you a bum, bum diddie dum diddie dum. Riddle me, Riddle me, Feed me some gum. Chewing gum, flavoured strawberry like the morning sun. Cranberry juice is for the frozen ones, we want the fresh one from the salty trees of chu chu crumbs. Bread crumbs, what a delicious turn. Let’s waste some time, see if we can piss off another one.
