Time leaves your presence
Your motions slow
You indulge once again
A dirty thought crosses your mind
You exhale
A slight chuckle emerges
Its quickly controlled
Controlled because of the conformity
Which has surrounded this indulgence
The session ends
A distorted array of sounds are released from your mouth
In a desperate bid for conversation
It falls
The thought of music emerges
So something is played
Now all chances of conversation are lost
Suddenly comfort is required
The lounge is sought after
You light a cigarette and become dry
Water is needed
You fight the combining forces of gravity and laziness to get up
You taste the water and return
The room spins
The music spins
Suddenly you spin
You tire
Sleep
Your STONED
