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So yesterday after I cut my finger all to shit, a buddy and me went swimming in the lake infront of my house and shared a blunt. I was going under water and letting my smoke out because it was cool as fuck.
Anyway, when we got down to the roach, I threw it in the water.
About 2 minutes later, I noticed (literally) 100's of tiny minnows fucking around near me. It was a giant school of them. I saw they kept checking out the blunt roach so I broke it open. It was like a fucking feeding frenzy. They went nuts on the weed and left the wrap. It was gone within seconds.
So we swam for about another half hour, and I just more or less stood in the water up to my neck the whole time. These little blue and silver fish just kept coming up to me and checking me out. Nibbling on my right arm for some reason. 100's of them just stayed right there with me. It was like some crazy ocean shit.
I wish I was on methylone at the time. It would have been so much more amazing hahaha.
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When I live in Michigan, we were swimming and a school of Carp came through. Not small little carp but huge fish, it was freaky. The lake had fog on it, and fish were jumpin all around us, reminded me of a scene from Lake Placid or something I was expecting to get pulled under.
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Quote: I_AM_SWIM said: I like putting fish in my water bong, and then take a huge bong rip. The fish gets so high.
-------------------- Pour un instant, j'ai respiré très fort
Ça m'a permis de visiter mon corps
Des inconnus vivent en roi chez moi
Moi qui avait accepté leurs lois
J'ai perdu mon temps à gagner du temps
J'ai besoin de me trouver une histoire à me conter
Pour instant j'ai oublié mon nom
Harmonium - Pour un instant --------------------------------------------
do the fish come out alive or baked alive or just baked? lol
I sell fish food, lol
or no, I dont :x
shh.
now, next time the fishes.. are supposed to.......
that is a whole lot of dots.
But it could take place in a small scenario, pretty far away. From here., hrm. ere.. dere.. dear.. derp.. erp.. ow! lol
Were still at the lake, but this time we are in a huge viking dragonheaded warboat, the whole damned lot of us! AWEFUCKINGSOME!
Now, it had been very rainfull and stormy the past two weeks of sailing, but all of the "men" had actually been too busy taking rounds of, a game as weird as all games are, called Ludo. The steermen spent most of their time afk. For some crazy reason everything still worked, the ludo players didnt give a fuck. The captain of the regulailily and reasonably large sized and not so shiney boat, was most likely spending an awefull lot of time with his beloved apples, or taking a shit. For some odd reason he thought this rhymed. It didnt.
The ropes of the ship had stopped being shiney too, they were now dirty, drop dead dirty. This is an observation you could have made from afar as noted earlier, if you forgot this, you have lost yourself, again. Like me. Please.
Is definitely not lol.
By dividing an apple in two by talking to a worm withing a wormhole, the entire ship disintegrated away from the stormy weather, and the, eh... The entire division, as we are being told, had landed on a giant cat, a giant, mooving, cat. A cat land in fact, but they were too many men, so the cat broke down and melted the room in a whole lot of colors. The men stared in awe for hours. It looked like small, gwarsdly, flying objects, with no appearant physical bounderies.
It took a while to realize that they were actually there, but we still knew. For some reason. In fact they sad down and smoked a bowl to forget about that. They were now in an orange room. Guess what I was doing. I cant ^^
Somewhere forgotten though, because they did not know that smoking enough marijuana causes, immense amounts of. Marijuana!
But maybe they just forgot.
But back at the orange room everyone were doing their thang, or thing, depending on who you were. Of that course, some where doing stuff, along stuff.
That can confuse people! lol
Anyways they suddenly all put their minds together and opened up the ceilings of the orange box, thingy. Yeah.
And they were now doing a whole lot of different things! But before that, they had encountered giant monsters, that looked alot like stick figures, with very large heads. Who usually drew themselves. This was not on any planet I know of, ill call it.. not a planet! Cause there was no planet. Dont get it? oki.. What they were doing with these stick figures was as you imaginied, they were playing mario brothers, whilest, does not eat! but they were just chilling, while waiting for these weird surroundings to fade. Only two days away, there had not happened much so the tiny men grew a garden, inside a mario game. As that had gotten so boring that some of the guys suddenly ment it was not a good idea to play mario games, some agreed, some played mario. Eventually their gardens produced smokeables and edibles for delight. Everybody liked this. Now you could play mario and get buzzed, god yes. As everything lacked colors and the stick figures had gotten company, they suddenly decided to draw, this is something that they had not done in years, because of a tragedy that had SOMETHING to do with one drawer making a sketch about another drawer, that contained some, if not the most highly bizzare nudity ever done. Anyhow! There was now a landscapre of interwoven colors all along the drawingbox. It did not have much hold to reality.
They had also grown themselves shorter, so that they could live with stick figures, wondering what they were all doing there, with no ground to get dirty at, and no water to wash it off with, they appearantly got dirty in the air, so the colors said. Often, they didnt have much else to do, if you consider colors dirty at least.
The stick figure were now stigurines. Many years passed with mario gaming, till noone wanted to play it anymore, for one reason or another, the reasons usually have to do with... yes and no..
Now with an entirely new brush. The garden had been regardened. The tank had grown to be an aqvarium. Some missed being able to play mario. Bitches they were called. and that was too long, lofl.
Anyhow! Fish were now eating lobsters at random, which seemed to deem large amounts of chaos in some philosophers brains. Just how were the fish breaking through the lobsters shield, when they had seen broken shields but no actual attacks. For some reason, noone shouted. I for one still have no idea about how lobsters try to eat, I mean fish try to eat the other or the other way around, I bet all that damned fish want is that parasol.. Taking all that apart, weve still got the brain, its a big symbol for all we have, the earlier stickfigures didnt make it stay till someone came and played mario with them, amazing.
Outside the box was life, it twirled around balls, happiyly jungleing themselves away in the maskiate, it depends on how you look at it I guess.
THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME LOL.
Where was that waking thought, not there I thought, dunno, you go I dont, fair plame, gmae over, gotta live. And love.
So that was easy the box thought, I just gotta make it through a bunch of hentai and then.. i make more, and it was satisfied. For a very long time, thats the box for ya.
Now, im going to enjoy my joint and some music before my late bedtime.
Remember, there is nothing as good as a joint, NEVER. Dont let them stop you, fly!
Lol, third day I went swimming, and they didn't come back today.
Yesterday when I went swimming there were fewer fish, but they all really loved my right arm for some reason. I'd have like 5-10 fish chewing on my arm at a time . They didn't want my left arm or my hand or anythin to do with my buddy that was swimming with me.
I don't get it
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Why should that mean it isn't real?
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Thats exactly what I was thinking yesterday!
jef smokes fish food
