I'm not sure how I am still alive. God works in mysterious ways. He must be setting me up for something big. I guess that's why he's got me smoking artificial marijuana.
I'm smoking at least two pounds a day. And they say spice is filled with heavy chemicals: lead, mercury, compounds I can't pronounce.
I'm not worried though, I seem ok. Sure, I am a bit forgetful. Sure I get confused easily. I do the opposite of what I intend sometimes.
But who doesn't, right? Also, the universe has this funny way of getting you to do what it wants, even if you are against the idea.
I for sure never wanted to be 42 and working at a grocery store, huffing gasoline, smoking spice, drinking four 30 packs a week just to cover up the pain of existence.
But life is suffering, at least that's what the buhdda said, and he's a pretty smart guy.
4 comments:
I think you should moderate your consumption to only one pound a day... the middle road is safest.
I'm starting to kick the habit, getting way too cracked out. Don't want to look all homeless and stuff.
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