When I eat pot I have zero desire to smoke.
The weirdest thing.
That little itch doesn’t come around..seems absurd really..
“why.. would ya do that to yourself?”
We know the reasons..
Still.. when I take marijuana edibles,, the habit is side tabled.
Because your dumbass brain is paying attention to more entertaining things..
And the inside of your head is a dial tone within an empty airplane hangar..
It is a sound reaching out into the blindness ..
The expanse of space and the society of microscopic bacteria.
Who could want to smoke in the backdrop of all that glory?
I reach down into the river mud, I grasp a palm-full..
Then I press it into your eye socket, forcing, cramming the mud Into ya peepers. ..
Being alive is crazy..
It is a crazy crazy thing you get, for whatever reason..
For whatever lack of reason..
Lack of .
Lack.
Freaks me the fuck out.
Just being awake and looking around.
It…is ..crazy…
dusk 