A Stoner's Diary: Entry #3

Weed is great

On her wings i fly, staring down at the world beneath me. From this angle I almost feel like god, staring down at what I've created. Watching it tear apart at the seams seeing a part of me whither and die. For I made man in my image. To follow me and serve me and seeing them kill each other and destroy themselves brings out almost a feeling of guilt at the imperfection I created. This cannot go on, they cant live like this forever. There needs to be an end to this living hell. As she lands and my feet touch the ground, I step down from my position of god and kiss Mary Jane goodnight.