then I'd really be flyin high. But alas, I cannot do PCP or K, and I'm no longer Peter Pan. He died. I've been reborn, so I no longer have any need for Pixie Dust.
what shit you talking about...PCP? K? i'm talking 'bout the pixie dust tinkerbell has because peter pan can never die
yeah yeah. But when Tink sprinkles me with the pixie dust I can fly. You've seen my movie. Wait, your in it. They use white dust as an allegory for a white powder that when put "on a person", can maek them fly, and give them someone superpower. like Kryptonite with Superman. Or there were r\references to opium and cocaine in The WIzard of ozz, and referances to shrooms, and hokkah smoking in Alice in wonderland. Know what I mean man?
holy shit, they're talkin bout fairy tales..... BIRD! Get your shit and lets get the hell outta here! *runs away petrified*
Suddenly I hear soft bells and windchimes and admire the oasis of beautiful plants in a little, Chinese garden whilst drink a nice cup of green tea with two of my best friends and a white-striped cat.
And it has kept me awake now for almost 36 hours (really, no sleap at all) which is why i'm insane right now, but I'm feelin alright!