how to entice your high to favor you and not disarm you
smoke slowly. bring on your high with patience, like an old man studies his koran. do not smoke impatiently, like a fuckhead teenager bites his toenails. let your high find you, naked, sitting Indian-style in a mud hut, with your arms out to your sides and your palms upturned like teacups. do not seek out your high in the jungle that circumscribes your mud hut, for it is the cheetah you’ll chase, chase recklessly, aimlessly, the fauna biting and the flora thorned. you will chase the cheetah only to find yourself bitten and pricked and when you finally tired him, when he slows, when he is caught, you will know that you are alone with the cheetah in his jungle, where you can not see the light from the mud hut you’ve left for dead.
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