God I am cold and want to go to asleep for a long time and only wake up when the sun shines and the dogs laugh. I passed away in my sleep from general grief and a seven- year hangover. Fat angels wrapped me in traditional mauve. A local indian maiden of sixteen told the judge to go fuck himself, got thirty days, died of appendicitis in jail. I molded all the hashish to look like deer & rabbit turds and spread them in the woods for rest stops when I walk. Please consider the case closed. Otis Redding died in a firestorm and we want to put him together again somehow.
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