DubV
Keeper of the Green
Ahhhh, you and me both, Dub. It's a bitch going through these pictures and having to keep that tent folded and locked away. I was thinking about having my wife hide all my beans till I can set up the tent when Autumn comes so I don't plant anything betwixt me 'maters and things. It would be so very damn awesome to have weed outside in the yard. What a blast that must be!
And daily, the utter stupidity of these f'n weed laws breaks me up.
I just had a thought. I hope it's original: What if on the next 20th of April we all boycott all forms of alcohol. The whole damn world should join in! You think that might open a few eyes?
I don't want to start a debate over the negative effects of cannabis on society as opposed to the negative effects of alcohol on society. We all have our views on both and whatever views those are, they're ok. But I have to sneak in what I think is a fact, being, tons more good energy and love are produced from using weed, any which way you choose, than are created from using alcohol, any which way you choose. Take for example my experience yesterday evening in the bath tub...
I haven't had a bath in.. probably more than a year. No, I don't smell funny. I shower. I just don't take the Me Time for a nice relaxing bath. But after what I remembered yesterday, I'll be aiming to make it a weekly practice from now on. I had me a nice full bowl of ~80 day SBR-70 that's been curing just under two months. I just now filled me one up and it's .23 gr. A few nice big hits for me, and that after-burner, char-y rest when it's sadly just the last small hit. Bad-ass buzz goin' on. Nice and spacey.
My wife gave me some Devil's Claw bath oil to add to my experience. Shit's good. The stuff I got is from Kneip. No bad poisons in it and it is worth whatever amount wifey paid for it. It's deep red and bright. I used more than I was supposed to cuz just two cap-fulls looked so lame. I guess what I dumped in was probably about 10 or 12 cap-fulls. Nice and warm, just about hot. Right up to my chin and already soothing me into a seriously fine state of mind.
I liked that it was the color red because I like to focus on red when I get to feeling incomplete, and also when I'm feeling very complete to compliment and balance the high. Or if you don't want to focus on red, just eat your lunch under a big old oak tree. You'll feel it.
Anyway, I'm listening to some of Dr. Jeffrey Thompson's mind sex through my ear buds, eyes closed and warm, submersed in this numbing red Devil's Claw, letting it all slip away. I had to think of one of those submersion tank things that Walter Bishop uses with LSD all the time. But as you well know, my brother, you can find it without the LSD, even if LSD has it's own awesomeness. See, upon paying particular attention to an observance, the dream began singing a golden hued green song of happiness. Louder than a heavy metal concert, yet in perfect pitch and vibration. Out of this green sang a voice blue as a Robin's egg and waving and looping, swaying and sultry, in some language foreign to me. So melodious and perfetto, it was the bright blue of a clear summer morning as the sun sits just fist high above the far horizon with the crescent moon still running away in the west where it's still violet darkness. And there where the voice blended with the perfect indigo just over the mountains, the dream flew fast and high on golden waves!
I guess I should have told my wife that the bathroom is off limits because her having to pee was rather a disturbance this time. Boom click click click Boom click click click... grounded. And grateful. The words joy or happy or love combined still aren't enough to describe the sensation that fills you and lifts you for hours after such an experience! It's easy to forgive my wife for calling me back because the reward of the experience makes up for everything. The reward was the fact that the universe showed me a reflection of a world of fearless freedom.
My wife mentioned to me that my step-son was saving to buy a guitar and was asking if I would possibly think of selling my Ibanez RG. So the day before yesterday I gave him the Ibanez and my Marshall DFX30. With a strap, some picks, the allen wrenches, a set of new strings, an old Zoom 505, the carry bag and some cords, some info I printed out for the Floyd Rose and about 5 gr each of SBR-70, Stone Dragon, Royal Stone Dragon, Cream Caramel, and Royal Bluematic. I told him to save his money for a new amp instead because the Marshall's getting a bit quirky. We made a real cool evening of it and we were both happy as can be.
See how the two connect? :thumbs:
So that was a ramble and a half... I wanted to share the love, though!
One more thing. The very least that I've learned from this is experience is that it's better to remove the sock-fuzzies from your toes before getting in the bath tub. It's a bitch catching them.
Thanks again for all the beautiful bud porn! :hug: :smokebuds:
The love for a brother and a sister runs very deep but the love for a mother and father is eternal my fellow lover of the light :hug: :buds: The world needs your story more than they need the porn my friend :smokebuds:
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