and now i can confirm - why they indeed call it high or being stoned.
everything feels as if its weightless.
and your control over your motions is next to none
effectively set in stone. a stop motion life.
stuck in the arrest of THCPD...the charge: kissing the sky.
even doing something mundane, such as typing on this keyboard,
becomes a Marijuana epic, a 4th Dimension classic.
this is my St. Elsewhere.
i have arrived at intended destination.
floating alone to a 1-boat paradise.
this smoke has possessed me, and if it were not for the intoxicating spirit,
i'd have cried foul long ago.
this was a destination that was spoken of in mythical tones by yours truly,
until the gateway to the 8th way was discovered.
and from there on out the way of traveler was more clear and magic than ever. dancing with the dirty mistress.
scheduling an appointment for epiphany. this is pure potent poetry.
an ode to the lady of the green. the editor of the auditory.
a temptation you can neither deny nor try and desecrate.
a massage you cannot see but can fully feel. and this has been my trip for some time.
