Dirty Meditation

I once knew a man who smoked a lot.  
He was convinced that it calmed him down.
One day, I watched him smoke.
He inhaled, deeply.
Held it in for a second.
Exhaled.

Dirty meditation.

Author: robert radKe

two nights after bj draKe died, robert j radKe was resurrected from the dead, involuntarily admitted and institutionalized and now frantically spreads light and melts crayons overtop of the smudgy grayness that bj draKe suffocated from his old, happy life.

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