June 14, 2011

all fried up (or fired)

dear imaginary friends diary,

the dead are very fired up in my house tonight. it must be the moon. i thought about going down to the 'hot block' and scoring some weed and rolling a blunt to burn to see if it would calm the spirits in my house. to fortify the air with the smell of cannabis must somehow relax the spirits and put them in a more joyful mood, either that or all my ghosts suffer from ailments such as glaucoma and cancer and respond well to the medicinal smells of the drug, because every time they smell it harmony is evident throughout for a long period of time- sometimes days. my spirits comfort me and tell me that it is only a matter of time in which i too may partake in such delicious activities and while i know this to be true, i do so much enjoy the smell and feeling the stickiness between my fingers. even chewing on the stems and feeling them split between my perfect teeth gives me a great satisfaction. my brand new vaporizer will be an excellent way to reunite with my lost love, in 473 days.