Reality has a way
of crashing down -
problems,
a thousand
cast iron pans and pots
falling
at terminal velocity
from cloud wrapped rooftops –
a brutal awakening
for those caught
in inevitable doom
impending,
dreamy optimism
squashed
ants caught under
heavy black soles.
STONER “LITERATURE” FOR THE BEAUTIFUL BORED AND BLAZED [QUESTIONS, COMMENTS.. AND AN ATTEMPT AT HUMOR, POSSIBLY FACTS and NONSENSE]
1. Hello my stoner friends, I am an attractive young female writing what we like to call a blog post. Smoke on :) Yes, I’m going to tell you what I’m wearing. Maybe. I just watched the newest episode of Suits and you know what..nah fuck that. Watch it yourself. It’s brilliantly seductive and charming. Don’t like it? Wtf duck.
2. It’s me and my dog dabs, riding in the back seat of cabs, exploring the city, appreciating the shit that’s pretty.
3. Black cami and green shorts with a jacket and amazing Victorias Secret because all girls deserve the best. Lingerie is my new boyfriend. No, I’m not saying that in hopes that I will get laid. I recently discovered celibacy and I currently ignore my sexual needs and desires.
4. Haha. Yeah fucking right.
5. Who are you??? I’m really baked. If I was the gingerbread man you could eat me. Actually, I would most likely eat me first because I have what the little voices in my head call MMS… Munchie Mania Syndrome.
6. Was that funny? Haha. I thought so. Omg that was probably so fucking stupid. Good thing I married Cupid.
7. I don’t hear voices, but I do see boobies and doobies in my future.
6. Society/ government/ people that want to “tell other people what to do”/ the inbetweeners/ quiet thinkers/ undiscovered geniuses… If I could say one thing to the world it would be ((sexy, I’m about to say something I think is important cough AND DAB)) the day we stop having expectations and the desire to want more/bigger/better “things” could possibly be the day we really start living. Mental, physical and universal positive changes may occur.
5. I appreciate you reading my thoughts. I hope you enjoy them.Or become confused and uninterested. I would totally fuck the ice cream man right now for a snow cone.
6. The word “swag” reminds me of those cheap plastic fly swatters.
7. I’m gonna pass the fuck out even though there is more on my mind id like to share.
8. One day WE WILL have robots to do things for us that we are too lazy to do. And McDonald’s will establish a delivering service. Gross. I wish every fast food place could be replaced with a cannabis coffee shop.
Dancing Dove
Lazy like a daisy on a windless afternoon
Here, here tornado
Take me to the moon
Spin me where no breath has spun
And release me into the sun
Fire me, fire me like a gun
And a billion pretty stars will freely run
Into the open abyss
Where love does not reminisce
But rather,
Dances, dances
Like a hopeful dove
Singing across galaxies for everlasting love
Fata Morgana Girl
Silhouette dancer
Midnight prancer
What is a roaring train?
Dont answer
Pain on a chain
You are weak, you are vain
Define me not! I am horse, I trot
You are but a thought
Eternally caught
Define me not! I am distraught
Fata morgana girl
In an imaginary world
You shall never twirl
Stay away
Roaring train
I will not play your game
But you are the shame
And I am flame
Therefore
It is you
That I tame
Roaring train
Your echos bring rain
Droplets of pain
I am
Spiraling down the drain
Pivoting through abyss
I hate to reminisce
Fata morgana girl
Alone on your throne
In an imaginary world
Mourning
You shall never twirl
From The Inner Space: A Disappearance
I fell through the trap door. I disappeared.
Silence plagues the walls now, not I.
Furnishing the shadows with my lullabies,
But they never sleep.
I catch a single snowflake in my hand. Crush it.
Why shall I strain to see how beautiful it is?
Let it strain for me.
It disappears in my…
I love you
You came outta nowhere
Like a breath of fresh air
I swear,
You’re more amazing than a solar flare,
Brighter than time square
I swear,
I could be anywhere
And running back to you
The things I would do
And go through
To get to you,
I swear,
There’s nothing the world could do
To stop me from getting to you,
I swear
"If you wake up and the sky is blue, you better know what you got to do, cus tomorrow never promises to roll through, so climb up on your rooftop and shout, I’m gonna make every fucking day count"
