I feel like a cloud. A cloud that wants to be laid.
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Somehow, I don't think this is how Wordsworth wrote his famous poem.
White, fluffy and bulbous?
More like misty and floaty. Best high of my life was in a pitch black shed with five other people who were chatting. I felt like we were one bulbous mass that was floating through space...it was crazy awesome. Then someone opened the door and let light in and ruined the feeling. Best high to date.
You want to make it rain and thunder all over bitches?