before my contact lenses
become an issue,
let�s hit the bong again
and transform ourselves.

re-invent the madness of childhood
In our walk.

rip open the guitar
and our lungs
so that our songs
put us in boats.

boats that go places. yeah.

bring the ice cream, funyuns,
and
tasty, tasty water.

we�ll take deep breaths until
we get there.

It�s a wednesday night.
It�s a weekend.

when we wake up tomorrow
the moving of walls with magic wands
will seem like a dream

and the pressing of faces
against surfaces
to determine softness
will be out of reach.

it�s out of reach now.

we can�t remember if we�re doing it
as we�re doing it.

but we�re in the moment,
so it seems embraceable.

being there makes memory a secondary affair.

quick,
put on some pajamas.

how does that feel?

you and I are doing great.
wait,
there are four of us.

we�re doing great.
we love the moon.

when one of us leaves for the bathroom,
we don�t feel abandoned.

when I leave for the bathroom
I know
the pee I take
will blow my mind.

it just happens this way.

if only there was a bong song
to sing-along
to these minutes
of which
we belong.

thong-th-thong-thong-thong.

see how I rub my skin?

every action we take
is building-

oh, what the fuck am I talking about,
I�m high.

makes perfect sense actually

praise the one that brings us joy
let us christen our brand new toy

with an oz of dro
we make the smoke flow

thanks for cooling all the smoke
now i can take countless tokes

I like that...

So true. From the mixmag issue with the headline "SPLIFF NATION", theres a Yoda's Conspiracy Theory Wheel, its essential equipment. Funny as hell. It has you convinced that the world leaders are lizards.

spark,suck,bubble
my mind's in trouble
these bong hits to the head
..strong enough to wake the dead

tokin day and night
relief from a world of spite
I wish the world smoked weed
there'd be peace no more greed

Indo,skunk,kind,or dro
ill blow the smoke you catch my flow
but purple's the haze that makes me fly
thats why I smoke it...to get high

blunts,pipes,bowls and joints
are good but only to a certain point
so when I want my mind to sing a song
I fill it with water and hit the bong

those were sweet!

thanks enigma, give it a try.....

i really liked that corn