smoke it up
i've been stagnated and twisted - painstakingly waiting purposelessly pursuing progress - ambition or aspiration. any damn thing to spur these limbs into doing more than toking. you're joking right? i've got work in the morning - it's not like i've got time for anything other than rolling repeatedly - i said rolling. repeatedly. i'll smoke a twenty after doing the 9 to 5 because it's easier than realising the rise in my chest - the cold sweat palpitating quickening. irregularity mirroring my decisiveness. not a clue not a clue - what are you going to do? well until the motivation kicks in i'm guessing i'll flit through - validity in the nothingness of every other fucker. if you're skinning up then i may as well do too.












