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My perfect 4:20 would be flying in a plane, getting high while a few miles high in the air, following the sun so that it really is 4:20 at every moment that day. I'd have a few brownies, down a shot of green dragon, and the oxygen masks would be attached to volcanoes.
10 strip, friends, an oz of chronic, an oz of mushrooms, and the beach. oh and tons of beer.
i cant get acid, i cant get chronic (i cant smoke anymore), my mushrooms aren't done, i have no time to drive out to the beach, and i have beer but not tons.
-------------------- Learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes
Lessons learned then gradually surfacing
Letting go, stripping naked to scream
I am not perfect, nor do I strive to be
I am alive in this world of face-first falls and public breakdowns
I'm a retarded, disfigured clown
Dying to be heard for the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall
I'm an equal being of no race or color
A hallucination if you will
Sneaking into the lives of strangers and letting them fall apart
To a new rhythm, just to feel better
chillin with 10 pounds of bud and you just got done sellin a ton so alls you have is cash sittin next to you and your buddies, plus of corse you hit up some liquer to celebrate your sale
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