I open up Instagram and the first image I see if a picture of Joe Biden wearing sunglasses and smoking a joint “happy 420 🇺🇸” reads the caption.
This came to me in a dream and it is the alternate reality I wish I were in

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I open up Instagram and the first image I see if a picture of Joe Biden wearing sunglasses and smoking a joint “happy 420 🇺🇸” reads the caption.
This came to me in a dream and it is the alternate reality I wish I were in
Weed naps are the best naps. But they can be so dangerous cuz then you'll end up sleeping all day.
I like to get super high and take weed naps. Weed naps are the best
I just want to smoke and cuddle. Or even just nap if you're down.
Inexplicably wrote this between two weed naps at 3 am last night, mon cher.
So what if there's a moustached leprechaun sniffing around evergreen fields?
That gilded leper, scorned
Has has enough Turkish delights -
- just lilies in a minefield -
that postponed drone,
a twitch and moan,
Lynch-ed (lynched), twilight zone.
Dipsophobia still keeps you bloated,
a deceivingly dry moat
keeps you afloat,
that lubed up coat...
Lupine lumps of lazy limbs
Tacky thistles, Tiny Tims,
rendering them rawring rims
that keep my toes curled,
my chocolate swirled in the interim
Blue nails or lead veils
Them, they smell of derailed trains.
Conductors won't participate - a bit too late,
A nice cosy rectory of Oriental gazebos,
futile placebos,
in a pipedream dormitory - grey hair as bait,
reduced in price when out of date.
Don't boast a heavy flow but I keep the juices flowing
No hint of heavy snow so I keep them windmills blowing
with fake impartial secrecy.
You ought to trip whilst rowing - preposterous controversy.
Baroque thesaurus, that's what I specialise
In, Lazarus grade bubbles,
legends materialising.
A minted Taurus, cages as cribs, ribs of cages in bibs,
A trumpet that toots its own horn - a leper, scorned.
Hell hath no fury like a heckler, warned -
A mouth of stone,
it keeps airborne
the most rancid of smells.
Does it ring any bells?
...the ending is pretty weird because I threw the notepad under the piano and fell asleep.
WEED NAPS = LOVE<3