Tag: Animal Face

A Note on the Purple Fig

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I rolled the last joint of it this morning. There's a pinch left, two-tenths of a gram—maybe. Otherwise, all I have left is in the form of two .37-gram joints.

It's been excellent flower. Potent, floaty, focused, wide. They have been one-joint nights. I don't know if it's the strain that's doing all the work or if I've simply been satisfied with all of the work I've been getting done, house-work mainly. I work a full day on my feet, have a few drinks, wander around my deck, look out into the trees, smoke my joint of Purple Fig, read a little, and then I say, "Goodnight, I'm going to bed..."


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Animal Face by Rythm

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Animal Face making me emotional. But it feels good. It was the Rx. This is really happening. Is this really happening? The strawberries are soft against my rounding, offset jaw. I listen to the same album again again.

There are no imperfect circles. Nothing burns in reverse. A late (for me) chillum of Animal Face and I'm energized anew. Tired but space-flirty. 10:46. It's 10:46. I took a nap earlier. That's the only reason I'm still awake. That phase in my life when I worried about the weather.

It has happened, it just hasn't happened yet. Are you playing mind games? No, that was a word game. Is there a difference? Half a samara falls into her empty cup of wine. A great crowd emerging under your blue feather.

The quick ground of every morning.

Animal Face might be my jam. I am silly high, alone, and that is the last of my jar. Ripped through it, wasted some of it too drunk or already high on something else. The sativa-esque head rush right away is intense, unparalleled. Then you want to sit down for the rest of the evening. Maybe drink a little wine and at some point have something to eat...


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