Renaissance monk attempting to describe a game of Tekken 7: “I saw before me a great precipice, upon which would take place a battle between two great spirits, each flanked by banners of xanthous color which unfurled to that of blood when the spirits were struck. On the left was a demon in the shape of a bear, which stood upon its haunches in the posture of a man. On the right, an angel in the shape strong man with the head of a great cat. I watched as the spirits wrestled and struck each other with strength unlike that of mortal men. It was a terrible vision. I shall recuse myself to fast for a fortnite (he spells it that way) lest I am plagued with further dreams. ”
milk is neat because its the only drink i can think of where you desperately want it cold and yet it would be unthinkable to put ice cubes in. a delicate limbo. a yuri of abscence. this post is nothing but you can look at it if youd like
Do you think Homer Simpson could smoke weed? I imagine him often, lighting a blunt or a joint (delivery system for marijuana smoke). He lights it with a basic plastic lighter. He takes the first puff. His eyes widen. He is surprised at the potency of the smoke, but he enjoys it. He enjoys the taste. At first, the burnt aroma is off-putting, but he soon learns to appreciate the aromatic, herbal notes present in the weed smoke. He luxuriates in the smoke. It surrounds him like a comforting blanket. As he takes his second hit, he marvels at the intricate network of woven “hairs. on the surface of the marijuana bud. It reminds him of a tapestry he once saw at the town museum. He is getting higher and higher with every hit. He’s never felt this way before. He experiments with smoke rings, exhaling through his nose. He feels that his mind is awakened. He is in a dreamlike state. He feels comfortable. His muscles relax. He is surprised when he notices how thirsty he is. He has never smoked marijuana before and he thought the thirst inducing properties of marijuana were purely fictional. He drinks a glass of unsweetened iced tea. Marge has been encouraging him to drink unsweetened tea instead of beer or soda to help him control his weight. In the past he drank the tea with reluctance and without enjoyment. But now that he is high he notes the complex flavor of the tea. It is smoky, bitter, tannic. He enjoys it. He is amazed that something as simple as iced tea is bringing him so much happiness. He picks up a chunk of marijuana from the kitchen table. “I could get used to this,” he thinks. “I’ve never felt this way. All of my senses are heightened. I feel serene, yet alert. I never want to stop being high. I want to be like this forever. I’ve fallen in love with marijuana and I never want to stop smoking.”
ilove not letting cars gofirst when i cross thestreet like yesi’m have the right ofway, i'ma pedhead, a walkster, a socialburden, a slowbie, &i’m proud too . Go blowup in your little toys or whatever
