Woooooah.
So my parents are easier to converse with when I'm high, because I have less of a tendency to uh...panic, and fuck up a potentially easy situation by amplifying everything. I just handled something so smoothly, it was like a mouse flailing about in a pitcher of cream, and churning it to butter.
Mmmm.
I'm comfortably stoned right now. My parents told me Greg called the house while I was away, isn't that just hilarious? Wonder what he wanted. I am, however, shockingly calm about the whole matter. I find it incredibly difficult to care about it, or anything for that matter. Naturally, I'm putting on airs at the moment in regards to my feelings about this, but I really can honestly say that there's nothing wrong at ALL...right now. That's how simple marijuana makes everything. No more buzzing, evil thoughts...I'm totally okay with whatever may come.
The air is all but shimmering, an ever-changing light show of carnival glass and wrecked neon. I can feel the cobwebs dancing, twisting, pulling, stretching shining between my fingers and there's a good taste of lemon in my mouth.
I can't wait to lie down. I can't wait to close my eyes. I can't wait to enter the world of dreams in this already dripping, shimmering, incandescent and yet highly un-tangible state of mind. It's going to be beautiful. It's going to be simply orgasmic. I can't wait.
Goodnight, world! I haven't felt this good in a long time. I'm going to draw some pictures now, I think. Why not? But then I'm going to have a nap...yes...that sounds like a wonderful idea.
Mmmm.
I'm comfortably stoned right now. My parents told me Greg called the house while I was away, isn't that just hilarious? Wonder what he wanted. I am, however, shockingly calm about the whole matter. I find it incredibly difficult to care about it, or anything for that matter. Naturally, I'm putting on airs at the moment in regards to my feelings about this, but I really can honestly say that there's nothing wrong at ALL...right now. That's how simple marijuana makes everything. No more buzzing, evil thoughts...I'm totally okay with whatever may come.
The air is all but shimmering, an ever-changing light show of carnival glass and wrecked neon. I can feel the cobwebs dancing, twisting, pulling, stretching shining between my fingers and there's a good taste of lemon in my mouth.
I can't wait to lie down. I can't wait to close my eyes. I can't wait to enter the world of dreams in this already dripping, shimmering, incandescent and yet highly un-tangible state of mind. It's going to be beautiful. It's going to be simply orgasmic. I can't wait.
Goodnight, world! I haven't felt this good in a long time. I'm going to draw some pictures now, I think. Why not? But then I'm going to have a nap...yes...that sounds like a wonderful idea.