Oh wow. Perpetual.
So, I've just smoked the last of my green that I got with 'Liza and the Sophie. We hung out after the exam yesterday, and it was still pretty early, so we had nachos froma place that wasn't South and then we went and got a strange amount of weed. We smoked in the sunshine in the cemetary. It was really awesome.
Anyhow, we divvied it up that afternoon and I just smoked my third of the share. It made two perfect cones (as usual) and I smoked it in my pipe. The air was still outside and I sat under the stars and watched the thich smoke reach the heavens, creatiting that wonderful, dopey aroma. Oh dude...I forgot to use tobacco. I'm going going to get so stoned.
Oh crap. I'm writing an entry all about me and how stoned I am. Meh, the head honchos of LJ could never find me. Perhaps I should have put up a stoned disclaimer; Friends on my flist, I, at this present time, am under the influence of frowned-upon "drug", Mary Jane. Like it or lump it. So any way....Fuck.
I hope the people (perhaps person) that read this thing don't mind me talking shit....I figured I'd put real life on LJ....Instead of "today. June 1. I had one piece of toat with peanut butter and one piece of toast with jam".....we've got "Fuck, great breakfast, noticed a pimple and then feared that I was unattractive...." Just the truth here, people. I can't give you that boring in-the-box day. My regular day is cazy and intense, my great days are amazing. Technicoloured. Fuzzy. It's just life.
Man, I love how intense these experiences are....It's true, you're never stoned exactly the same twice. It's crazy how vivid this is. I can hear the TV, I see the screen and am typing, and then I've got all these other insane sensations, the back of my eyes are fuzzy, my mouth feels like velcro, and I'm loving every minute of it.
I'm gonna either try and watch TV or record my voice......I dunno which.
Sorry to put you all through a "flower child" (as my mother would say) moment, but like I said before, this amazement is part of life, and I hope that everyone gives one day to this experience, just once maybe other people could feel almost blessed by having this organized chaos in my world. It's great.
There I go again, I have to go watch Shock Docs and "learn" about Cataplexy. Bye. Hearts.
Anyhow, we divvied it up that afternoon and I just smoked my third of the share. It made two perfect cones (as usual) and I smoked it in my pipe. The air was still outside and I sat under the stars and watched the thich smoke reach the heavens, creatiting that wonderful, dopey aroma. Oh dude...I forgot to use tobacco. I'm going going to get so stoned.
Oh crap. I'm writing an entry all about me and how stoned I am. Meh, the head honchos of LJ could never find me. Perhaps I should have put up a stoned disclaimer; Friends on my flist, I, at this present time, am under the influence of frowned-upon "drug", Mary Jane. Like it or lump it. So any way....Fuck.
I hope the people (perhaps person) that read this thing don't mind me talking shit....I figured I'd put real life on LJ....Instead of "today. June 1. I had one piece of toat with peanut butter and one piece of toast with jam".....we've got "Fuck, great breakfast, noticed a pimple and then feared that I was unattractive...." Just the truth here, people. I can't give you that boring in-the-box day. My regular day is cazy and intense, my great days are amazing. Technicoloured. Fuzzy. It's just life.
Man, I love how intense these experiences are....It's true, you're never stoned exactly the same twice. It's crazy how vivid this is. I can hear the TV, I see the screen and am typing, and then I've got all these other insane sensations, the back of my eyes are fuzzy, my mouth feels like velcro, and I'm loving every minute of it.
I'm gonna either try and watch TV or record my voice......I dunno which.
Sorry to put you all through a "flower child" (as my mother would say) moment, but like I said before, this amazement is part of life, and I hope that everyone gives one day to this experience, just once maybe other people could feel almost blessed by having this organized chaos in my world. It's great.
There I go again, I have to go watch Shock Docs and "learn" about Cataplexy. Bye. Hearts.