When I’m High… ii/iii

When I’m high…
i can count the stars that hang in the sky
its nearly petrified, as it sits in place
except for the distant twinkles that lights my face
a beacons message from outerspace

just like that, the stars begin to drop
counting and counting as each one falls
its snowing, I grab my fucking balls
ha-ha, frosty night makes them small

peaceful setting in the quiet of the night
postcard memories, written to memory
chilling in a world of fantasy
kissed by The Snowflake Faerie

take another hit, some call it a hoot
just remember when your doing
toot, toot, tooting
inhale that fucking shit, its soothing


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