dear diary old friend

Jun 14, 2005 15:53

i have a sour throat

thursday.
lost myself again today
so, sitting in a field
hiding under blue bucket hat
and a joint in my hand
i got high to phish
looking at a pink sky
and grown ups walking dogs.

fraturday.
the next day after eating delicious cheese cake with sweet cherries on top and drinking iced lemonade i watched blue jays and cardinals bathe before heading home. i stopped on my way to get high in a park and a rabbit sat next to me smelling the air for five minutes. and for five minutes i was the sixties incarnate. at that particular moment mr.davis blasts a trumpet in my ear and i notice all of the ants crawling on me and the little fly relaxing on my knee. a robin hopped up to very stoned me, my friend the rabbit, my little socialist buddies and a lazy fly on my knee, cocked his head and hopped away. it was at that moment i laughed and told disney to eat their hearts out. now i'm sitting here sipping my vodka in massive gulps in this god damn heat and i'm missing that rabbit and that shitfuck fly can go fuck himself.
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