Cognitive thinking takes a vacation during my retreat.
Everything around me is vague
As the smoke reaches its maximum opacity.
Or is the word opaqueness?
Anywho, it does not really matter because I feel fine.
Just a few more hits from Bottle Billy and it will all be good,
For Bottle Billy beats all bongs, bowls, and blunts
When it comes togetting buzzed or burned out.

Wait a minute!
Where am I going?
Where are you going?
Where the fuck am I?
Why is Edgar Allen Poe embracing my consciousness?
"Quoth the raven: Never more."
"Quoth the raven: Never more."
"Quoth the raven: Never more."
"Quoth the..."
Dude, shut up!
Don't make me shove twenty cigarettes in your asshole, man.
Here, have some more of this buddha.

Heh! Heh! Heh!
That's a funny word, man.
Buddha buddha buddha buddha buddha buddha...
Hey, wait a minute.
Buddha sounds like butter.
Mmmmm, buttah!
I could use a bizzagel with some bizzuter right now.
However, I can't get up,
For the leprechauns are holding me down,
So they may use my face as a urinal.

Shit, I gotta pee!
Pardon me while I, uh, float towards the facilities.
Where's the light?
Where's the floor?
Oh, that's right.
Here's the light.
AND THERE IS NO FLOOR!!!
Damn! This light sure is red!
Roxanne, please turn off this muthafuckin' red light!
Good, it's dimmening.
Thanx, Roxanne.
Hold on, there's no dimmer in this room!
That's just my eyelids…
Getting…
Hea...
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

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