This is my bong. There are many bongs like it, but this one is mine. My bong is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my masturbation. My bong, without me, is useless. Without my bong, I am useless. I must fire up my bong true. I must suck more than any enemy who is trying to out smoke me. I must exhale before he exhales. I will... My bong and myself know that what counts is the weed, not just the buds we fire up, the noise of our coughing, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hit that count. We will hit... My bong is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its bowel and its carb. I will keep my bong clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will.... Before my dealer I swear this creed. My bong and myself are the defenders of my bedroom. We are the masters of our addiction. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is mine and there is no one trying to take my weed. Peace!
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