But that they want him to join them maybe?
Read and find out.
Here not even death’s ain shroud… does more than become the proud.
Muhahahahahaah.

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Oil for the dead… A tale of death and sundry other attractions both infernal and supernal.

The man claimed the world…. He said maybe some how I get to enjoy all this and meant the marijuana the Dutch grew.. He went ahead and smoked some… in fact being American and thus balssy like fuck the heaviest of the sorts.

In his new glass bong, which he hoped to take with home he light up… And smoked the mary jane through the glass stem till the pipe was colored brown with oil. After years of smoking weed in the world.. in fact all over the world.. A touch of home meant something good to him. The herer tasted great and he enjoyed it. Then out off the blue sights of night came with through flight, the spirits of the dead to claim. His bong and jane filled lungs… The told him, feel it deep and then sink it into your flesh.. He tried and all though he might have engendered to perform that night the very thing that youth does blight? He couldn’t in himself find.. The nature of all things at war in what he should have begotten more. I give up… Said he.. I pass the bong… And many youthfull spirits war for wat unto them through voodoo does belong.

The dead delight in terror brief, for their struggles do not bequeath the nature off a struggle rich death… but what might be but a single breath… of inhaled smoke does there belong what with the nature of the Gods be strong..

I grunge out my last said the dying man, lungs no longer can no longer can. In this then is my fate now sealed, the spirits no longer to me yield… the world no longer on me depends and with that do I claim diffidents.. in life death and ever after… Will i smoke the weed forever. I do not know the nature off.. what now my life demands.. but I know this… i gave myself… to all of this. And so with my lungs full of oil I do upon their aethyrs wander.. Through arcane death into deaths ain whorl..

And beyond?

Dear reader…. With so much weed in him but what didn’t he do in hell?

Did he burn?

Did he toke?

Did he do aught else but with sulphuric smoke his frothing nature stoke….

And his body and his lungs did burn.

Whilst his spirit learned…

Even in far Hades’ hall Does smoking weed in death’s ain knell.

Seriously good times foretell.

So here’s the moral then my dear, do the dead want anything?

Nope not much but they do like that one that is liked by them should join them as well.

In hell’s ain hall does this get spoken.

I know myself.

Life?

Without weed?

Is but token.