loved

i got stoned out my damned face last night. oh it was a good stone. it wasn't even a whole blunt. just half-a-blunt of blue'sclue's [what we call the weed. don't ask, i don't know either.] shit, aka speedy's shit. it was some good dro. such a good one. unfortunatly i had to enjoy it by myself in a dark room, only lit by the TV, which was muted so i could listen to my shuffle in peace. and scribble some thinkings and thoughts down. highdeas, some potheads would call it.

anyhoo-hoo. i got bored. and my eyes felt like they were being jerked with a string every second i would try to focus on something.

i wrote some high poems!!

some of them  i can't understand at all. my handwriting sucks.

but i'll write what i can read.

everything was written in slants and diagonals and upside downsies.

here goes nothing !

High Ass Poems

"so high your ass will fly!" 

Untitled

tangled wires kill

my high

kill my high like

bain [brain, misspelled] i die

when it happens

i ask why

nobody knows

why

brain i die.

Roo Ode to roaches + clips

burnt little one

still standing

tall little fin.

"still has weed

in it" is what they say to

me so you

blow and i go

blow-i-go.

too high

sound is hurting

my face and

ears and burning my throat

feels like i ate fire.

Untitled

double vission [misspelled, like a herb]

darting eyes

moving

wallpaper

Untitled

feeling  like falling

going up

falling down

train coming to get me

closer + closer ascending [wdf?]

feels like falling

 passing out

can't move

blurred vision

scribbly scrabbly mic scripty ipty

this is how i be if writing and i am

wazza wazza [scribbled around the page]

paralyzed from the mind down

TEAM JOLIE!

Untitled

Wends [wendy's] would

be good now

junior cheese

baked potato and

chive caesar celled [lmao]

mix and fix thing

IC ANT SPELL!

Untitled

I feel like a crackhead

my legs keep moving like a nervous tick but its all in my head.

the last two Untitled's weren't poems.

i think they were just ramblings.

they don't sound too much like poems.

everything i started my poems with

i ended them with the same thing !

how crackhead.

so.

its 3am and i drank a WHOLE bottle of water

in one sitting.

pretty rare for me

i must be dehydrated or something

too much cotton mouth is messin with my

salivating system or something.

btw for breakfast Lindsay Lohan eats 2/3 eggwhites, vegetables and one banana.

goodnight :D!