Being high is one of the most pleasant sensations available to mankind. Every day is Saturday. It is to be like a child; to perceive events with clarity; to look into the gates of paradise; to completely enjoy whatever you might be doing; to smile so hard that your jaw muscles get tired. Being high is to laugh at the silliest things; to understand things that have seemed absurd before; to have the aloofness of a cat; to afford a kinship with god. To be intoxicated with marijuana makes every superlative seem within your grasp. Being high makes life seem terribly good. Being high is simply grand.
Here is one for slavers…
the deviant depraved raving lunatics
out of their mind and brainless
fucking for days and days.
here’s to those demons,
ruthlessly loving all evil
dripping around the bodies of real people.
in the belly of the underworld