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Another day at the wax factory.

Churning the banana kush shatter batch.

Nurturing a drum of gorilla glue hash...

Trimming the M-13, priming the afghan.

Standing high above a fresh vat of our latest creation: hybrid sour dream purity.

Balance lost, tumbling down-my last thoughts, total repentance.

I have tainted that which I sought...

Breaking the surface faster than a bong rip-immediate THC absorption in every cell.

My body absorbs it like a sponge, and for a brief moment I am God.

Dissolving ego-along with my corporeal form-I have ascended this plane.

All material traces to reality-erased.

A corpse vaporized in a post-dab suspension.

Reduced to less than ash, caught in the winds of stonality.

One with the herba.