S.s.b.

Tha Blue Herb

After the madly stream reset everything back to zero swept away, what appeared was a window that

was supposed to be on the other side.

In the middle of inhale, hold and exhale, kept a second of space deep down and made myself at home.

The mornig groly of the landscape looks all dried out, a treasure box buried in the grave of

stillness.

MY new born naked senses, ride on the blood stream and think.

Outside of common sense, permanent parliament is located, dedicate the fat roll to the imaginations

to come.

Stand mindlessly with inverted red eyes left open, try to trace the view from there.

Nervous temperament runs into the laboratory, communication shuts down when it's locked from the

outside.

There I find a new planet and euaqtion, I know well enough that I don't know a thing.



Expanding cosmos, thinking of unique operations, SMOKE STOP BHAAA



There's no narrow and shallow ocean, the mountains are always high, and I've never seen another

sunset the same.

I'm always young when I'm climbing on top of surprises, it's not too much to say that that is the

aim of tripping.

The STONEd long strike bong, I imagine slowly swimming through te air.

I can correspond to the darkness of other people's minds, a piece of advice in Japanese, spoken,

a ball of dope folk.

Again, my internal cave has opened its door, which is also the only exit, you can only proceed

forward.

My cold sweat knew what was waiting for me to come through, but I never submit to the threat of

blinkerd vision.

I pass through many villages alive with pleasure, but I heard somebody moaning.

The voice begged "Give me more pain", he resembled me, but I didn't know who he was.



Ten smorkes have ten different meanings, a pen is syringe, come on up to the summit of my accumulated

knowlege.

Take in the thinning air desperately, descend calmly and unconsciously once you reach the top.

There are no longer any preconceptions that you can always depend on, only the rapid succession

of words and the nuances of sou