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6:15 AM
Sitting on the floor of the bathroom
trying to get high, the fucking lighter dies!
That's a slap in my face by the fates
who say I can't have anything.
Not even a simple moment of peace.
trying to get high, the fucking lighter dies!
That's a slap in my face by the fates
who say I can't have anything.
Not even a simple moment of peace.
Published 23rd Feb 2022
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23rd Feb 2022 11:35am
23rd Feb 2022 3:27pm
25th Feb 2022 8:18am
I like the expansion into
an existential significance.
I can relate.
Once, I was sort of… Sitting on sand,
in the secret chamber of a crawl space,
which, in my mind became like a haunted desert.
I had copious amounts of sour diesel bubble hash and other things…
And I was… It was strange times.
But…
I just wanted to have a last smoke…
Or… To just…
And the lighter became a series of aggravating sparks.
I have actually gotten bowls lit with sparks…
Im industrious when I want to do something…
But…
It just wouldn’t light the bowl.
And I had no papers…
It was like: “My kingdom for a lighter.”
And it really was like a turning of the tides of fate…
It is so strange how one can
see such things in the signs of things.
I very much like your glassware,
rolling tray?, and how you “coordinate”.
:)))
I like how you turned this into art.
(Hope you do not mind this long, crazy comment.)
an existential significance.
I can relate.
Once, I was sort of… Sitting on sand,
in the secret chamber of a crawl space,
which, in my mind became like a haunted desert.
I had copious amounts of sour diesel bubble hash and other things…
And I was… It was strange times.
But…
I just wanted to have a last smoke…
Or… To just…
And the lighter became a series of aggravating sparks.
I have actually gotten bowls lit with sparks…
Im industrious when I want to do something…
But…
It just wouldn’t light the bowl.
And I had no papers…
It was like: “My kingdom for a lighter.”
And it really was like a turning of the tides of fate…
It is so strange how one can
see such things in the signs of things.
I very much like your glassware,
rolling tray?, and how you “coordinate”.
:)))
I like how you turned this into art.
(Hope you do not mind this long, crazy comment.)
11th Mar 2022 9:55pm
