(cuz ma life iz such a drag... this **** kin “FAKE” hemp pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).
As a double jointed mathematical abbot and amateur chemist specializing in cannabinoids my favorite delta-9-tetra hydrocannabinol (THC),
isolated and synthesized in 1964 weeding thru bathroom rag while athwart the ***** i.e. measuring adequate perforated square roto root er, sans regular toilet tissue paper prior to completing important
private business matter on the sacred porcelain chamber *** Mary Jane made a token appearance, and boy she looked smoke kin hot asking if I wanna marry (Jane) her attired in drag at a joint where Billy ****
banged on by the hands of a phenomenal drummer taut as a hemp knot with music in his blood while blowing fractal rings – holy Scott the immediate utterance,
and rather creative bon mot found me stock still like stone wall Jackson, who unfortunately got deprived a hit, nonetheless got shot unwittingly by his own (confederate troops), whose demise an awful blot
per southern cause during the Civil War and if anachronism to receive medicinal aide available instead of primitive treatment he got (as well other wounded soldiers of misfortune on the battlefield),
whose faith the any almighty power could do little to save their roach invested lot yet availing my imagination to twist time like that Mobius strip mortally wounded rebels and Yankees free from facing death on a cot might be successful hemp
entrepreneurs cultivating a little spot of land hemp would outstrip cotton as king as export to trot orange you glad I avoided the analogy with a kumquat?
such a beautiful mess, intertwined and overrun overgrown and tangled and chaotic and fair a swirl of thorns and dewdrops and earth eyes that sparkle with petrichor and hope hair with sunrays weaved and rivers entwined bones which are not bones, but inky flora and mud sculpted by the trees and the stars and the air ephemeral glow and luminent dullness smell the grass and the weeds and the stone and joy hear the light and the rain and peace and dirt taste the wind and the toxic petals and soul see the longing and leaping and flying and warmth feel the lucid colors and the pastel dreams such a beautiful mess, unclothed and airy and loved.