A Knife Story

So it was after several hits of hash that I came upon this idea.

It kindda went like this...

The harsh and thick smoke swirling around in the frozen J.D. bottle was condensing like a fuckang cloud. The whole content was shot into my lungs and the knives were carefully set down on a plate.

Then I exhaled and thought the smoke tasted like shit because of the butane gas from the torch and the rusted steel from the blades. My vision was stuck on the knives and I was so high that my head muscles weren't really responding to my brain's electrical impulses. Thus the hallucinations began. The knives' color started to fade away and change into a glassy texture. The handles' tips started growing little tails. Tails with metal plugs that connected into the wall's outlets! When the whole was plugged, the glass knives would get red hot like conventional stove plates. The 'knife hit' process would be applied following by unplugging the knives. They quickly dispose of the heat, (hey it's a story after all), and are ready to be stored away without fear of burning down the fucking house. The hit would be of glass quality rather than rusty steel and it would just be fun that way. No need for butane in the lungs, and Ne nood to be carrying a dang torch with ya everytime you feel like stabbing and torching the greens.


Just a crazy thought, let me know what you think if you feel like saying it :stoned:

I read it and that was weird as shit lol

yea man

the little fungi friends tend to bend people's way of perceiving things a little bit.



;)