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First hit petrichor, warm soil under draped moss, after rain hit earth. Second hit cut grass, humming of the lawnmower, giggly like schoolgirl. Third hit grapefruit tart, hops bitterness with citrus, pain gone, fears calmed well. Fourth hit to relax, go out, socialize, converse, walk under the moon.

First hit lemon curd, spike through nose like wasabi, sour first, then sweet. Second hit pine trees, walking through sunrise forest, rosemary's husband. Third hit gasoline, freshly spilled on my jacket, will it go away? Fourth hit Crunch Berries, leftover milk tastes sweeter, the cereal's gone.

First hit of Pine-Sol, lemon sandalwood incense, smells like a garden. Second hit knockout, potent sedation of mind, couch potato fries. Third hit for blank slate, black hole inside gray matter, brain is outer space. Fourth hit shadows gone, anxiety depression, have now become words.

First hit spiced Chai tea, Burning back of throat best high, Instant therapist. Second hit earthy, Peat moss in forest musky, Senpai Myrcene knows. Third hit lighthouse high, Bright lamp heating my forehead, My brain becomes light. Fourth hit lemon wedge, Floating in lavender tea, Terpy flowers bloom.

First hit gasoline I'm on the side of the road hazards are flashing. Second hit citrus Froot Loops and Trix banged, had kids! Oh the irony. Third hit lavender Jasmine, rosemary as well floral centerpiece. Fourth hit coughing lungs Out my throat, my head in clouds Milky Way mental.

First hit 'laxed me out, trapezius muscles dropped, falling into floor. Second dab of wax, sugary taste of rainbows, breathing is labored. Third hit gasoline, backdrafts of diesel hit me, ran a train through me. Fourth dab into void, rapping bars and beats real fast, I'm "Bye, Felicia!"

Runtz OG make me feelin like spittin Willy Wonka Golden Ticket chocolate candy bars, fruity, tangy, first inhale, adrenaline rushing White Whale, chasing for that sugar rush that rockets me to shooting stars, sweet, berry, cream, second breath got me chasing dreams, no catchin no wind but it's forcing me to race cars, or chill out to Miles Davis' chaotic, symphonic mess twisting, spidery, melodies that have me screaming "Encore!"

I had to be careful with this one. Smell in dab form was spicy and funky and had a raw garlic and pepper hit to it that made me want to eat some pasta on the edge of the Riviera in Italy. That flavor be packing like a storage unit.

First hit reeks basil eyes open burst energy chores just habits now. Second hit sweet pine five hour shot child's play sir anxieties numbed. Third hit lemon squares hands and toes tingly sparkles build my legacy.

Tried Dirty White Girls first hit Lemonhead flavor better than coffee. Second hits hard, man nausea anxiety gone rockets into space. Third hit low temp dab Christmas tree pines falling down sour candy trails. Fourth hit chills me out Tool plays Fear Inoculum while I drift away.