what could be better? the rush of battle, the warmth of blood, the taste of victory. your opponent lies still in a slurry of blood, sweat, and mud. the world is a little better off than it was mere moments ago.
ah yes now it is time to sleep. I like the act of blowing it out as well as the smell that follows. I do however find myself anxious to not accidentally fall asleep while it's lit, sometimes I wish I could sleep with it still going.
The past three days I have gone on bike rides with my 80 year old grandfather. He leads the way. We saw some chemtrails over cranberry bogs, he took me to his blind friends house, when we went past a speedometer and he clocked 12mph , I said he almost broke it and he nearly fell of his bike with laughter.
