We’re traveling consumers of stimulants and humor.

Careless and liberal, fearless and uncivil.

Filling our wraps with Green just-grown. Sleeping on couches with voices unknown.

This world is our oyster, People have said, I see piranhas in packs instead. We contemplate to run or not, and realize their fierceness is just a facade.

Their bite is hard but we are numb, so we go living on.

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