hotboxing and pill-popping

random observations of 4 guys outside a dorm smoking white owls:

in my sight, 4 college guys discussing all the different plots of Love Actually. And repeatedly, randomly interjecting "and there Was A FIREFIGHT!"

small break in the action as the 4 puff in silence (they don't inhale).

one, who has been wandering in small loopy ovals, notices some interesting organic life,

"Look at this FUNGI! There's ooze coming out of it!"

meanwhile, the speaker didn't hear one of his comrades mutter,

"Is it pointing North or South, Boyscout?"

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watching Science of Sleep is an experience. It's an adventure. it's almost like someone tripped off something crazy-- crazier than LSD or 'shrooms-- and filmed the whole thing. it's amazing.

i feel like my brain has been whisked to firm peaks. which means, time for some digging, time to go through the old notebooks and find little nuggets of clandestine genius. Wish me a full harvest.

ps. today was a dark, dark day. elle, yes that's me, i, knocked over and obliterated a bong... that was not even my own. it was such a travesty. and this bong was one of those really cool, perfect travel size, metallic bongs. it was awesome, and i killed it. a sad day of my life. i enter the world now a little more jaded every morning.

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.rhapsody of a reminiscence.

sitting in a car on a sunny day. the sun is reflecting on the crusted snow all around. you and me are sitting in the front seat. I could swear this moment was so ideal that i heard a Grammy winning soundtrack rolling faintly along in the distance. In one sense though, it doesn't even matter. we don't really need to hear the sounds the other one is forming with their mouth and their larynx. we are on a whole other plane of communication. in fact, our plane is parallel to the all other planes of communication; we will never again intersect with vain chit-chat. ideas, senses, emotions and auras. thoughts, advice, love and support. empathy, ecstasy, empowerment and humility. all of these things are coursing through the air between us. the air around us is charged with the energy they give off as they penetrate deep into each other's essence, constantly growing and developing the I within each of us.

now we are square dancing around the brick building that glues us together while this clamp adjusts us to the new direction of our friendship. The air is crisp, the leaves are crisp, everywhere the pallet of nature flows seamlessly into our subconscious aesthetic; unwittingly, we are being enriched by the untainted, raw grace of earth. every footstep echoes into eternity as our words weave together, strengthening our bonds. how can two separate consciousnesses be so interlaced, yet so distant? i am constantly being in awe of you.

but memories fade. life doesn't have to be like psychology class; some days should just be pass or fail. feelings are essential in a world of potential, but emotions can be your downfall. Step out of your box, buy some cheap alcohol, sit back on the couch and try to relax. just tune into your brownie. and remember, life is outrageous (i friggen love that word).

(if you are smart, you will now go immediately to listen to Gold Dust Woman by Fleetwood Mac)