Oh Great Spirit

I'm sitting in the smoking room and alleged future greenhouse of a ranch house on a South Dakota Indian reservation. I'm stoned and having major psychogenic pain in my back, so I thought I'd write about things that are on my mind and possibly causing it. I've been putting it off for a while. I thought Adderall could help me churn out a book or album or something to show for my life, but it didn't. It just made me obsess over rock shapes and family trees until I ended up in the loonie bin. The experiences I've had in the past few months could fill a whole new book that I'll never write.

fuck it, train of thought:

pine trees look like home.. no wind, grey clouds. broken down trailer with holes in the side would be good enough for me. choctaw from arizona in back yard. nice guy, even though he calls mexicans wetbacks. smell of cat shit coming out of planters. i should probably start on this stupid apple cheesecake pie since i'm not a cowboy or an indian. a pipe holder said i was lost. no shit.

blah blah blah blah blah. my mind went bye-bye.