@zarbucket17 years ago
Ah yes, the melodic trance that Alan Taylor West puts us in brings me back to the days of my wayward youth
in a Turkish opium den. The pipes were very cheap, the girls were free, and we would meditate under the influence
of the purplish sweet smoke for days on end. Only the eventual cravings of hunger in our stomachs brought
us to reality, and after a quick lunch we were on our way once again to the mystic adventures of the mind.
Party on, young man, and don't think that a life of living high on dope will diminish the impact you can have on
the rest of society. I still toke from my hospital room, and the nurse sometimes lets me nuzzle her boobies
when she changes my bed pan. She says it tickles, and I laugh so hard I poop.
Ah yes, the melodic trance that Alan Taylor West puts us in brings me back to the days of my wayward youth
in a Turkish opium den. The pipes were very cheap, the girls were free, and we would meditate under the influence
of the purplish sweet smoke for days on end. Only the eventual cravings of hunger in our stomachs brought
us to reality, and after a quick lunch we were on our way once again to the mystic adventures of the mind.
Party on, young man, and don't think that a life of living high on dope will diminish the impact you can have on
the rest of society. I still toke from my hospital room, and the nurse sometimes lets me nuzzle her boobies
when she changes my bed pan. She says it tickles, and I laugh so hard I poop.
Darkness, brother
Joe Reeta