Trails..Trails..Trails...

As I pass my hand in front of my face
I see the remnants of where my hand once was
Cars are speeding by
and there lights are still way behind them
trying to catch up

There is a seperation between the ceiling
and the dirt spots upon it

I am losing my memory
I cant remember what happened less than 30 seconds ago
My life
is on perpetual fast forward with no pause or stop button

you got some for me

Remember, this is a marijuana site and there will be no talk of anything except cannibus. Trails....trails....trails...on weed of course. I am on the lookout for the fungus from the ground.

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Originally Posted by friendowl

you got some for me

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ditto

me and you both man, i want things to look pixellated ;)

I hear ya, I am trying to get used to it.