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joker. midnight toker. lover. sinner.


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it takes a couple
minutes, but
before too long,
my problems go
up in smoke
and hang about my
heavy head and
dopey eyes.

i smoke a cigarette
and chat with my
friends.
we laugh about
misinterpretations
and bad listening skills.

the music floats around
the room,
lifting us up
and taking us far
away from our worries
and frustrations.

we just have to get
high,
in a world thats trying
to tie us
down.


Tagged as: bad poetry,


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waterudoen:

seems legit

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"And what does it mean — dying? Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and only the five we know are lost at death, while the other ninety-five remain alive."

Anton Chekhov, The Cherry Orchard (via serialstranger)


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16. i am a twin, a loaner and a stoner. that about sums it up.

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