i lied. im writing. i dont hate. all is full of love. i just wrote 3 lines. attempted to explain them. then deleted. how fine. what a fine day it was today. sunny but not deathly hot with a cool breeze. and whats cooler then being cool? ice cold. that stupid alright reminds me of heimi. who i really dont know. at all. i just thought i did and approached and now we are acquanted. how fine. im smoking poetry. smoking it smokin it. i smoked 1 camel cigarette the other day, i also smoked 1/2 of a clove. it was tasty. and quite nice. i want a a half a cup of sugar. anyone want to lend it to me?