i decided to smoke before i started stretching for the night

so i rolled a shitty j with a piece of Leviticus from my parents' New King James. I slid out the back door. On my back porch, I lit up while getting a gentle, relieving eardrum enema from Man Mantis. Before I start my stretching and meditating I go to the kitchen to pop something in the fridge. 7 cookies and 1/2 a bowl of cereal later, I'm in the zone. My body is invincible, because I am Buddha. I tried to find a song to meditate to online, but ended up on a website for Macaroni and Cheese, and then on the definition of "snick". I can't remember what I was doing, but this sentence is fantastic: Then it grew louder, and suddenly there came from the window a sharp metallic snick. — Arthur Conan Doyle, ‘The Naval Treaty’ (Norton 2005, p.698)