Steve French
Well-Known Member
I once took a big hit of the chronic. It was just regular. I looked into the skies and shit and contemplated life. But this jagged edge got on er. And shit started getting real on me. Billy boy said his say about the empire and all and being a person of the country and shite. Then i heard a long low voice across the moors. ``Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh`` it went. It was a trip. Twas the voice of the wicked bitcch of the highlands. Shit. And I got castrated by Davy Jones of the fields the cunt was. And shit. Sam Jones.