There once was a stoner named Zed, who had recently woke up in his bed, Zed showered and got dressed, his pockets were a mess, but he found his sweet friend name of Salvia. Zed sat on a green bench, pinched some herbs from a bag given he from a wench. He took a huge puff from his pipe, held it in for some time and let out a gripe, "I'm not high, wtf". Zed looked into the distance and then he stood up. Zed took two steps toward the curb, little time passed and then all of a sudden his gape was disturbed. What the fuck is that sting, he felt like he just got stepped on by a fat Yow Ming. But his trip was just beginning and forever off that curb he'd be walking, to where who cares, what time.. ah don't you dare. Time doesn't matter where Zed's soul now wanders without a care, its the land of ha we gotcha and you don't even know that the green pills are what wakes you, the blue pill is to fakes you and the red pill, well lets just say you already have taken the red pill too many times before and master doesn't want to melt you. Wake up life is a trip. I am sober and this makes sense to me, but will it to you, thats how unique we are yet we still have a common bond, much love, many blessings. hahHAHAhahah.:hat:
