Best experience ever while high

You know how poets write about their favorite locations to sit and enjoy nature? Faggots right? Wrong.

Me and four of my friends bought a box of strawberry phillies because we had a bag of regs laced with coke. We drove down one of the main roads, until it turned into a dirt road where future construction was. It was a 25mph dirt road... which we were goin 60mph on. It was miles and miles until we finally found a parking lot, and it was a giant Conservation park. It was a parking lot with a pavillion, a bathroom (I think), and an area to fish. We were sitting at the tables smoking a blunt, and it was the most beautiful area I'd ever seen. You could see cars coming for over a mile, there were marsh lands as far as the eye could see, there were no people (except some people came fishing), and it was incredibly serene and peaceful. If I woke up one morning at that place, dropped off by a kidnapper or something, I'd have no clue where I was. I felt extremely calm, and blown away by the vast amounts of open land. I live in the suburbs mind you, and all this land was just ridiculous. I hope I can post pictures of the area soon... it's just incredible. The high I had enhanced the experience (it was a nice, energetic high from the coke, so I was in no way sleepy). We smoked 2 blunts there and left high. I never want to smoke anywhere else again. No cops are ever there, except maybe at night just because it's routine, and maybe some deals go out there.

looks nice. but why would we think poets are fagoot??

Hey Mellowmood, it's nuggetgirl. You told me in my last thread to meet you in canada. Whatcha mean?

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Originally Posted by mellow mood

looks nice. but why would we think poets are fagoot??

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Haha you know what I mean. Well, maybe not. Nevermind :D Forget that comment

Some poets are faggots. Like those people who just write things that sound meanigful to express their depression but they can't write well....but they think they can.

as an example I will write a short bs poem that someone who is depressed would write, thinking it sounded deep:

My blood is shrouded in darkness
My fears consume me
I need to seek the light
but I'm trapped in the black.

See? That poem just reeks of faggot.

Anyway, I just like to be at a place I don't have to worry about getting caught or disturbed or have anywhere to be any time soon and just chill with a few good friends.

hahaha, so funny

pretty good poem by the way....lol..u sure your not trying to break out of the closet?/////

this 4.20, i was walking home, and the sun was just setting, and i was higher then id ever been. the trees looked SOO beautiful and i felt like i was floating while i was walking home, i stared at the sky and the trees and all of nature for what turned out to be a good 2 or 3 hours. then i went home, and just fell asleep into the deepest most peaceful sleep of my life. if my story sounds fucked up its cause im pretty damn high right now... happy tokin all