The pothead’s irony


I finally manage to write a long poem under the influence of a mind altering drug, but I lose my diary. I hate it. Why?

Where do I write? Typing. ARGHHH!!

Brain is the God, not the only one though. I’m terribly confused, I need my dairy.

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