dear tuning in diary,
i know what i'll be dreaming about tonight. follow me and i will show you. see the big green hill over there? that's where ima take you- but you don't have to go if you don't want. there's weed over there and lots of it. all you can smoke and eat. i wanted to warn those of you who are non tokers. i currently don't smoke- but i still enjoy smelling it and touching it and just being around others who do- i can keep you company if you want while the others are busy- but come on- come with me- it'll be fun. the tree fell over on the hill. i wasn't there when it happened- but i did see it soon after. i scratched my leg getting this photo to prove i saw the tree on the hill after it fell. you see, it was the only tree there on that hill and now there is no trees there anymore. it was a mighty big tree. one that doesn't grow everyday. i bet this tree was over a hundred years old- on the hill that grew the weed. people don't realize how terrible it is when trees fall over. i miss that tree. i miss it as much as i miss eating weed. but i miss smoking it more. i will plant another tree in honor of our huge loss- and i will smoke weed again a year from this october. but tonight i will dream of running down that hill- i will dream of getting that chill- when i feel the sticky sweetness between my fingers.
i know what i'll be dreaming about tonight. follow me and i will show you. see the big green hill over there? that's where ima take you- but you don't have to go if you don't want. there's weed over there and lots of it. all you can smoke and eat. i wanted to warn those of you who are non tokers. i currently don't smoke- but i still enjoy smelling it and touching it and just being around others who do- i can keep you company if you want while the others are busy- but come on- come with me- it'll be fun. the tree fell over on the hill. i wasn't there when it happened- but i did see it soon after. i scratched my leg getting this photo to prove i saw the tree on the hill after it fell. you see, it was the only tree there on that hill and now there is no trees there anymore. it was a mighty big tree. one that doesn't grow everyday. i bet this tree was over a hundred years old- on the hill that grew the weed. people don't realize how terrible it is when trees fall over. i miss that tree. i miss it as much as i miss eating weed. but i miss smoking it more. i will plant another tree in honor of our huge loss- and i will smoke weed again a year from this october. but tonight i will dream of running down that hill- i will dream of getting that chill- when i feel the sticky sweetness between my fingers.
