If I say eyecool, thousands of stoners around the world would inevitably imagine a long cylindrical orange white bottle with a bright white cap. It’s a normal thing for them. And if I say eye cool, they would also know what it is used for.
Psycho boy was sitting on the hill as usual. Stoned. Intoxicated. Deep somewhere in his own mind, somewhere in the guts of his subconscious, when he habitually picked up the orange white bottle and undid the white cap. It was all very everyday for him. He knew these rituals as the back of his hand.
Or at least that's what psycho boy thought, squirming somewhere in his own mind.
The lighter was one of those kinds which give a straight constant high intensity flame not the kind which give a lanky candle like flame.
So psycho boy picked up the orange white eyecool bottle and undid the bright white cap, or at least he thought he did.
The flame of the lighter was like an arrow, going straight, piercing everything.
And if I say eye cool, then thousands of marijuana smokers would also inevitably know that it’s an eye drop.
