Combing her Torso with Feather Zippers
Kody and Nathan are downstairs, both high as kites. Kody is wearing his new burgundy terry robe and drinking Juice Squeeze in the Amsterdam shotglass I bought him, looking like he should be reading GQ and wearing his slender glasses. They're playing chess, slowly, in between discussing karma and numbers and eating espresso bean chocolate.
In the car, full of weed smoke, Kody asked, "Which is harder, 56 or 94?" I said 56. Kody said 56 is hard, muddy, murky, hazy, humid, full of looming figures. 94 is the ideal mountaintop with contrasting red and blue. I listened to it all, absolutely fascinated and in love with this kind of conversation.
Almond shards stuck in my teeth. Mocha cheesecake bites back the tongue that feeds the mind soul planet-stung baby boomer juice-flung shards of time.
Someday I will get so fucking high and write the coolest livejournal entry of my life.
Kody is so much fun to be with when he's high. He's spontaneous, joyful but paranoid, jumpy and jolly, goofy and thoughtful, abstract and mumbling and jumbling. Some deer leaped across the road and he was so ecstatic and freaked out. He was kissed for the first time in his life at a wedding last night. By a super hot 30-year old named Maria. I'm happy for him. I'm amused. Surprised. Giggled.
They're waiting for me. Off I go.
In the car, full of weed smoke, Kody asked, "Which is harder, 56 or 94?" I said 56. Kody said 56 is hard, muddy, murky, hazy, humid, full of looming figures. 94 is the ideal mountaintop with contrasting red and blue. I listened to it all, absolutely fascinated and in love with this kind of conversation.
Almond shards stuck in my teeth. Mocha cheesecake bites back the tongue that feeds the mind soul planet-stung baby boomer juice-flung shards of time.
Someday I will get so fucking high and write the coolest livejournal entry of my life.
Kody is so much fun to be with when he's high. He's spontaneous, joyful but paranoid, jumpy and jolly, goofy and thoughtful, abstract and mumbling and jumbling. Some deer leaped across the road and he was so ecstatic and freaked out. He was kissed for the first time in his life at a wedding last night. By a super hot 30-year old named Maria. I'm happy for him. I'm amused. Surprised. Giggled.
They're waiting for me. Off I go.