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...