rolling up a joint wishing on a cloud of dense smoke is everywhere - sh sitting on the pipe friends demanding I pass it I need one more hit - ts Roarke's a part of me herb was fresh on Tattoo's isle fanta-fuckin'-sy - sh holy fucking shit unbelivable vapor I didn't do it - sh pipe of smoke, like guns will blow away the notion we are in motion - rs melt into the couch unlike a snowball in hell for pot is the king - rs a sack everyday will keep the sanity near yet away from grasp - rs bong balances here eagerly awaiting pot my tongue becomes dry - gs I'm scraping again seeds and stems litter the counter while the clouds chatter - gs my sack is empty the wind stiffly blows outside I pick up the phone - gs bowl fills with dark green flame reaches to ignite me mind erases daze - gs

blue lights cut through fog red eyes stare right through the law metal circles wrist - gs chosen happy bowl dispensing fragrant gray breath killing all sorrow - sog furry crystal dreams from the bottom of the sea stand in the closet - sog metal cigarette singing across the bar's floor retrieve and reload - sog suggest your own