Mind Eraser + High Thoughts

...is what they should call this shit, forget chronic. We had four bowls from Razz's sweetass water bong, which is the equivalent of eight normal bowls... among three of us. Suffice to say we were beyond gone. The concepts of time and space were merely theories, and Cloud Nine was a reality amongst the wildest dreams of imagination. Razz rented Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the newer one. I watched the whole movie, but I can honestly say I remember NONE of it. The only thing I remember is at the opening credits I said, "Wow there are actually some famous people in this," referring to Alan Rickman and John Malkovich. After that, the only thing I remember is that Alan Rickman was a robot and he kept talking like he was depressed. I don't remember the plot, the characters, the setting, etc. I don't remember the movie ending, or anything we did near afterwards.

Somehow it was only 10PM after we finished the movie, but whatever happened after that is also a blur. Mir was going really crazy because Razz kept poking him, and that's all I retained. Mir and I were talking about how this stuff makes us forget the chronological order of things; that we can remember what happened, but not when.

I let Mir and Razz get onto the computer and type in their current high thoughts:
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Mir's high thoughts:
White Castle. Robots humping washing machines. An eighth in one night. DDR. Boobs... with nipples. Dirty ice cream. Missing m keys. Ch ch ch chia.
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Razz's high thoughts:
Its funny when someone you consider a huge pot head (far superceeding myself) calls you a pot head. AND BALKS at the amount you smoked over the week. Weed comes kinda like a fine wine, and that glass you drink it from matters.
Today I realized how long I have really known these people (referring to me and Mir - Ken), 2 months (hardly) and it feels like I have grown up with the bastards.
The summer is going to be fine.
I remember Halloween, and thinking the wings I was wearing were real, and professional football is worthless.
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KTrain's high thoughts:
The summer indeed will be fine, like a nice, cool, smooth sip of cabernet sauvignon (red) after a medium-rarely cooked porterhouse 24 oz. You have no idea.

Razz just said, "I'm living in heaven now so I can go to hell later."

Carpe diem, bitches.