One day walking straight, not tipsy, not plastered, I was walking directly straight into the kitchen. In search for a tasty treat that invigorates me, or at least puts me at ease, see I was very hungry, I was extremely hungry, I was almost about to cook my weinner dog and just consume it whole. Nevertheless, I did not I was walking,and as I was walking I was musing on what type of snacks are within the house, or just contemplating on what I’m about to eat as of now. A cookie I bellow out, a cookie I say with a shout, I was very jubilant, very ebullient, the cookie was not just an ordinary cookie. This cookie consisted of different ingredients that edify the inner character of a human being, placing us a place that looks directly like paradisiacal, the cookie was an edible.

I was ready, I could smell the cookie from the tip of my nose, savor mustered within me unwittingly, though I accepted it, after all a cookie that vigorates, and places us in a different realm, that was aboslutely cool, the best thing I could have ever known of, consuming this cookie filled me with savor, and as it filled me, I drolled to the ground. So I make my way through the kitchen, and as I make my way I spot a jar, a beautiful jar, with many colors, colors that match the firmaments, colors that mimick the sun as it is descending. Though as I begin to open the jar there was nothing inside, so I ask my self why, and who would eat this volumptous cookie that was mustered with THC. How could it be I had spent lots of money on this specific cookie, and now someone ate it I was indignant, extremely, there was no way in tarnation some being had just come through my house and sweept down like a bird and quietly and swiftly took hold of this magnificent cookie. See this cookie is me essence, when I consume it I feel poised, and I as I am eating this cookie I’m no longer ravenous. Then I realized I’m not at my home this was the wrong jar, it had always been the wrong jar, cause I kept my jar at my house, and as of now I’m in my grandmas domicile, so i was not in defeat, I was feeling my heart beat swift, in savor, nor was it spite, I was in a place for fortunate, so as I relalized the cookie was at my house, I then make my way to the entrance and leave this fine house, though it was mundane, nothing really enchanting, besides it’s a house full of artifacts and old people, the ambience was not at all pleasing, my first five minutes in I became restive, a sinster place with a sinster taste, with a noxious atmosphere that really makes me delusional, so I make my way, crossing the street, going to my house, very auspicious I say, I bellow out, very, now I must have that cookie, and as I have that cookie I am going to sleep, not with my hand on the heat, but to lower this heart beat, a sinister house, makes me petrified, so I consumed the cookie and swiftly went to sleep.