Leaning that I might eat, I stretched and clung Over the shapeless depth in which those corpses hung. A woman’s shape, now lank and cold and blue, The dwelling of the many-coloured worm, Hung there […]

to indent wax with a stamp

They were all jacked up on coke.

Prohibition of Interstate cannabis commerce and the lack of state-by-state bottling plant manufacturing contracts currently hinder national launches of cannabevs.