Friday, August 12, 2005
> the art of stoning
or the art of defocusing your mind.or the art of detaching yourself from your real world.how does one stone?ya get into a personal comfort zone (most times without realizing it), be it sitting down for a cigarette or standing at a bus stop or in the middle of a boring-ass-seminar, or just about anywhere where your attention is not needed by others (or even if it did but ya couldn’t give a rat’
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