smoked weed…

So. Question> What is your stance/position/opinion/fact about the negatives and positives of a chemical compound called, THC>?

“Weed is a tool of the devil,” some demons say

“Man, life is truly good when high,” said by angels.

THC< the compound found in marijuana. So, do you partake?

“Fuck no it’s illegal, though it is legal to kill human babies, but fuck no. Weed is bad!”

“Ha. Partake? Don’t you mean, inhale?” (reference to President Clinton)

What is good?

What is bad?

Do the laws of man supersede the laws of God?

Why does the laser focus on my mind become the dot where a cat will do it’s best to find?

Human bodies need so much. They need a belief in something higher than themselves (giggle)

And now seriously… Tell me… Is rice flour (flower) better than potato (spuds) flour? If so, why? If not, (eye rolling)

So tell me reader. Yes you. (you have lovely eyes, i do love the color blue)

Gaslighting?

Constipation?

Weed?

Corn whisky? (mixed with Angry Orchard and a wee dash of Krakken)

You decide.

Last night she came

calm and followed by rain

she took from a flow of life

today i smiled as this was more than a dream.

(a bit of poe, a tad of corgi, smidgen of reality, and definitely not a piece of fantasy)

Today was another day. One filled always with the love of wonder and why.

It started as they always start ,a dog waiting for breakfast, a stock market beyond bizarre, and have you seen the price for shit called, gold? Fucking insanity at play.

and then, on pile point a ‘swarm’ of ravens having a meeting. 44 to be exact and why? Definitely not 43 or 45 or 1 or 100, that’s why.

What a meeting of minds, and then ducks and more and now, a poem full of so much; a bit of mind.

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A ripple of a sky waiting to be feathered

Promontory of the base of a mind

Lost in the between; score tied

then…

Swirl of movement the children of the wind, surveying a recent battlefield where there was a duel between cows and freedom and why.

Grand of course the pose; posturing in attitude then to take altitude; path forward and back again.

No, there is no more the rancid and freezing gut pile, nor migration to greener ways

there was however, a basket and a mind

Gather in the Raven.

gather in the raven

so much has to yet live with so much left to die.

Last night it was a fun filled night of the zombi apocolypse. The entire planet was taken over by zombies and I laughed my ass off.

People getting eaten and drowned and run over and then zombies learned how to be flattened and stored in closet for further activation.

The part about the car filled with people floating out into the middle of a lake and sinking was also a nice touch.

Scenery of an abandoned town with false security atop the vacant sawmill kiln building was an excellent touch of how hope truly does not exist for horror.

None of you will ever come to know who I am. A narcissist, a mental patient, a scientist, moron, freak, genius, idiot, fool… and this makes a huge smile appear because i truly know what is and what is not AND can find comfort in my dreams. The dream, always the dream.

You see, yesterday to discover that I am the luckiest man alive was a true revelation. And it reinforces that I have never had a nightmare and never will. Your reality while ‘awake’ is waaaaay more of a horror story than anything i can dream of.

So much titillation in the day today

Immigrant this, Trump that

a truck rolled off the embankment

hydraulic oil learning how to fly

aaaaaaaaaaand

discovered i’m the luckiest man alive

ever

on this world

today.

looking past to see what’s behind and finally understanding why

right now, on the mind,a crazy lading leading a race against stuntmen while off set there is a certain cafe.

then the nail driven, three times when before the first blow I already knew it would be done

some sun, some warmth, Zulu music, a corgi Thor. a cabin wall. and yes those little bastards had to die.

it becomes easier to be, floating along with a concept of time. being and being with a bit /tint of reason and why.

and there in a room where others sit waiting, laughing/knowing there is an empty chair in the room.

Written by: Another moment not so lovely

Freedom of mind to speak the matters unlocked within

Chopin writes poetry to quiver a mind

Reality dims and saddens thoughts to actions of why?

Sustenance of savory tastes bring tears of joy to the eye

…

now back again as the mind found a journey where doors wide open left the impression of rejection not inside, rather, outside.

…

Those fingers above me moving to the sheets as a composer long dead and gone left his memories to play with, to savor, and smile.

if only the intellect of self could realize truly it is the children’s minds so spry; hope/confidence/laughter/ and yes, tears…How such a young scene dissolves the spider webs bound so tight in the dusty attic of mine.

So yes, of course, a lucid moment a moment of realization where there is more to a mind, more to what’s inside free and imprisoned by what’s outside. So much of so much and this fits…………………………………………………………………………………………………so tightly bound that they will never, not one, see me as who or what i am.

Tonight a sparkle of frost and in the morning beating the heated air of unlimited passions flying as a butterfly.

(insert picture and what a fine picture it is)

and instead of amen, peace, or anon…

Whee!