I find as I'm burning out the more I smoke without allowing my body to get sober, the sicker I feel after each hit, almost as if my body is telling me something... a sixth scence from a carnal state and craving. I can feel it's orgiastic pleasure thicken and glautonous rye of the land, reigning in undialectide chaos. Mountains will rise, mountains will fall, that is why, we are exact replications, of them all, through definition of thy eye. Thanks me later for saving your souls.