It should be spelled "absynthe," the 'y' would make it that much cooler... fuck you, yes it would.
Had an awesome time last night at the birthday party for my lesbian coworker's lesbian sister - so many lesbians (dyke and femme alike!), and classy, friendly, tall black people. I've never seen that number of blunts being rolled and pipes being passed around so efficiently; a few of them had sweet, delicious hash on top. The whole apartment was fucking hazy thanks to our primary dealer, who called me sexy and totally wanted to holla. So much weed, and so much liquor - someone* even brought Absinthe?! Which I must say, is quite tasty. I love licorice.
Then I broke out my lights, jacked up the stereo and did poi to some really brain-numbing, bass-rolling dubstep in front of an audience of 20-something twentysomethings all stoned and tipsy. I saw the lighters spark as soon as they got the idea of what they were about to see. It was such an exhilarating performance; needless to say, minds were blown, brix were shat, etc. The imagination it invoked in everyone was fascinating - some called me a fairy, a magician, even an avatar. They said I was manipulating the lights with my fingers. It made them nostalgic for the mind expansion and connectivity felt on a mushroom trip. They smiled hugely and applauded, demanding more! By 1am I was dripping with sweat and exhausted. Whitney (the birthday girl) looked at me with absolute desire in her face.
Didn't sleep 'til 3. Wake and bake this morning to Phutureprimitive was much necessary:
*May be important enough to consider for the valuable position entitled "potential"
Then I broke out my lights, jacked up the stereo and did poi to some really brain-numbing, bass-rolling dubstep in front of an audience of 20-something twentysomethings all stoned and tipsy. I saw the lighters spark as soon as they got the idea of what they were about to see. It was such an exhilarating performance; needless to say, minds were blown, brix were shat, etc. The imagination it invoked in everyone was fascinating - some called me a fairy, a magician, even an avatar. They said I was manipulating the lights with my fingers. It made them nostalgic for the mind expansion and connectivity felt on a mushroom trip. They smiled hugely and applauded, demanding more! By 1am I was dripping with sweat and exhausted. Whitney (the birthday girl) looked at me with absolute desire in her face.
Didn't sleep 'til 3. Wake and bake this morning to Phutureprimitive was much necessary:
Click to view*May be important enough to consider for the valuable position entitled "potential"