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Post by Ivan Carswell on Dec 11, 2007 5:07:08 GMT -5
How much does one need to be poisoned by the weed? An essence blessed in its innocent and antique sweetness but toxic nonetheless, lethal in every fundament – its chemistry bent by ancient deeds, fable and mystique, wound into a tapestry of faux beliefs. This is the thief
of innocence. There is no sanctuary from taint, the atmosphere bears foul traces of diseased thoughts claimed as great revelation – truth is an orphan and you’re born into slavery. Take a dose of daily weed any way you feel a need; read mythologies written onto parchments of human skin rolled into joints to smoke with the
fumes of history, ingest chemicals designed to correct synaptic imbalances, breathe the ozone believing you will save the World, swim in manic religion espousing death to unbelievers, blow yourself to smithereens to gain relief. You did not arrive in innocence, you are not to blame... © 6 November 2007, I. D. Carswell
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