In the future your nicotine will be electric, all things ever concieved will be in your pocket, all perspectives peeking out of a product.
Anything you want to engange in is right there, any thing at all , any place you want to point your mind at is right there.
And you won’t be alone.
Everyone else is there too.
Like we all just showed up to a place at the same time,,
Weird? sure, but change always feels weird. It’s weird to be this connected to everyone else, I swear ten minutes ago I was just going for a walk, I was just looking at the ground and when I looked up,,,
yep. That’s what they meant in those songs, that’s what those stories are about.Mmmm,
I’m glad it’s not on me, I’m glad I’m just a passenger,I’m glad that I don’t need to be taken seriously.
Too fuckin much man, just too much out there to shoulder.I don’t mind expressing shortcomings.
I hope that people win. I just don’t always know.
I like being with my cat.
THC in the form of vapor just hits different. I understand and applaud the removing of carcinogens, but still,,,
Something visceral about inhaling a plant. Tasting the dirt it was grown in. Think it was Thomas Jefferson, said something along the lines of,
“my fondest memories are surveying my property while using cannabis”
Soooo,, you get stoned and walk around and look at shit?
Hey.. not only do I feel you, I envy you.
Indulging in your particular dosage of a pleasant THC experience , and just going for a walk on a nice day,,, no words, Simply the best. Do it alone or with someone you love, still the best. No clocks. No itinerary. No scrolling or interaction with the world at large,,
can you just exist for ten fucking minutes?
Can you be? can you take any of this in?
pothead thoughts. and that’s why they’re funny. Still feels true. And Thomas Jefferson knew what was up…. I hope I’m remembering that correctly…shit…maybe it was John Adams,,,pretty sure it was Jefferson though.. somebody was a pothead, they contributed to a nation and aided in race relations .
I wonder if she loved him? Wonder if he was a nice guy, or if it was “this is my property”.
Gross, that’s a really gross thing to think about, my bad.
dawn 