Tisorr
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So, on this ordinary day, I rolled two flat joints and got smoking.
During the peak of my high, I managed to grab some paper and a pen and write this down.
I've just found it, so I reakon I'll type it up for you guys.
A caterpillar makes it's way into a vibrant garden. It's hungry. On one side of the garden are rows of luscious fruits and vegetables. The caterpillar observes the heaps of ripe apricots, gorgeous tomatoes, and voloptuous squash. On the other side of the garden stands one large cannabis plant. The caterpillar slowly approaches the frosty plant. It's tall, leaves exuding millions of trichomes, buds thick and dark violet in color. The caterpillar begins to consume a bit of the plant. The caterpillar then instantly transforms into a large butterfly. It's wings have no defined shape, they stem out from it's body and flow endlessly into the space around it. With a flap of it's "connected-to-everything" wings, it makes the landscape ripple. The once tangible landscape was waved as if it had been laid across a flag blowing in the wind. The butterfly begins to flap faster, eventually flying away, taking the universe with it. - J. Tisor
During the peak of my high, I managed to grab some paper and a pen and write this down.
I've just found it, so I reakon I'll type it up for you guys.
A caterpillar makes it's way into a vibrant garden. It's hungry. On one side of the garden are rows of luscious fruits and vegetables. The caterpillar observes the heaps of ripe apricots, gorgeous tomatoes, and voloptuous squash. On the other side of the garden stands one large cannabis plant. The caterpillar slowly approaches the frosty plant. It's tall, leaves exuding millions of trichomes, buds thick and dark violet in color. The caterpillar begins to consume a bit of the plant. The caterpillar then instantly transforms into a large butterfly. It's wings have no defined shape, they stem out from it's body and flow endlessly into the space around it. With a flap of it's "connected-to-everything" wings, it makes the landscape ripple. The once tangible landscape was waved as if it had been laid across a flag blowing in the wind. The butterfly begins to flap faster, eventually flying away, taking the universe with it. - J. Tisor
