I'm sitting here watching my champagne glass and I notice a line of magical bubbles floating to the top.
They are floating perfectly straight and equally spaced.
I want to eat the little bubbles I think.
To ingest the fantastical beings.
I take a sip.
yummy little creatures.
And then I smile, thank you sweet spheres.
I think all this after I smoked a bowl, forgive me if its silly.
This is why I smoke.









