My box is orangy, and is shaped like an oversized trailer. I have one room that's completely empty... it has big sliding doors that lead to nowhere, if you walk out of them, you just fall into some tall weeds. I sit in that room, and meditate, in the center, you can see the cigarette burns on the rug. The rug's gray. So is the sky.
No, but my house talks to me. It squeaks more than any other house I have ever been in. I could swear that it's alive. It sometimes even answers me, I say something outloud (which doesn't happen too often), and the house just squeaks in response. It sounds like people are running on the roof everytime I'm in the bathtub.
i like to drink mainly, i was a pothead for many years smoke and eighth a day and all that...i tried heroin once and did cocaine once...h and blow just dont appeal to me...
i think druds is not a good thing in fact they are rather evil there was time when i was completely against all drugs then i got to know some drug-addicts and changed my point of view now i think that it's alw better to keep your mind clear... some slight drugs cant do much harm but it's not good to make a strong habit out of it... heavy drugs are stuff that is better not to try i love weed though...i havent smoked it for half a year and didnt want to till now... but now i'm sorta dying for a joint...