There's too much weed in this world to ever finish, so, stranger, smoke up!
Look around you, stranger. We rot a little everyday, and we sink deeper and deeper. We comfort ourselves in heaps of muck, and maybe we've started liking it. You don't find love nowadays, you watch it in movies and get teary-eyed and come back home. And then you sleep with your wife's sister.
Welcome to this world stranger, a world of decadence, lechery and convenience. A middle-aged father sits with his daughter in a bus, while he eyes a girl more buxom than his wife yet half his daughter's age; the daughter clenches her fist and looks out the window, worried that she's just missed her period; the wife sighs to herself, wishing she had married the artist instead of the banker; the man standing next to the wife rubs his crotch against her arm, enjoying the only high point of his day; the pickpocket slowly lifts the guy's wallet from behind him, worried that suddenly he wants to feel his butt more than he wants to steal the money; the teenager on his way to school suddenly feels apprehensive about stealing money from his father for what the seniors call the "good smoke" - a gush of wind suddenly rushes inside, and everyone heaves a collective sigh of relief. It's just getting hotter day by day, isn't it?
Hello, stranger. Yes, this is the very world we live in, the world we fight for, the world where we bring more our verminous selves with every passing minute. We do the vilest things possible, yet we shudder at the thought of perishing in Hell; surely God(?) would make things right in the end(as always?). I imagine Hell would be a far better place as compared to our 'mother' Earth. So I do a lot of bad things to make sure I end up there; surely there's no limit as to how much vileness one should resort to before one can end up in Satan's lair?
A little weed did this to me.
I guess that's why people OD on the real good stuff.
