happy weed people

in every limb, and every fiber, every bone and every joint ... i feel this tingling, like one thousand little ants crawling in beneath my skin, fuzzy, frenzied and ever so desperate for a moment's peace. it's hard to explain really, why sleep doesn't work, why this numbness is perpetual and why the idea of cutting off some flesh is simply due to the fact that you're wondering if by any chance you might feel something... even pain would be good now, it would be something, compared to this blissfully obliviant state of affairs, that kinda sorta reminds me of the expression "brain-dead" (i can just see it now: the fluffy bunny wabbit as road kill, such a poshy concept). either way, it's been one smoky day, in every sence of the word, and the cloudiest part of it all were my mental-functions, calm, cool and extremely slow at times, so i've no bloody idea how i managed to pass an 8 o'clock in the morning examen in the character of a woozy pot-head with tingling sensations.

flashback - late last night/early...scratch that, veeery early this morning, kinda like 3 30 or so, in a 3 sqare feet laudry room, 2 washing machines, an improvised bong, lots of tobacco and a set of happy weed people. i don't know why but what i have learned due to fairly recent experience is that putting 2 relatively smart and creative people in a room with weed, can be a serious problem. sigur nu o sa se sperie de clanta, si nu o sa vada iepurashi, sherpishori sau voluntari antidrog, dar sigur o sa se autodistruga si timp de 10 minute dupa, o sa aiba o viteza si o dexteritate in a-si acoperi urmele comparabile doar cu ei inshisi. still, the experience was something to be coughing your lungs out after for days on end. so ...can you feel you back burning, the bed trembling from beneath you, a strange sound like pages turning in the dark, but actually feet and blankets, bellowing dogs, something that smells like my perfume but is actually coffee and the fridge, maybe your perfume sometimes this morning, maybe the smoke which is blue, maybe a joint feet-flung in the air dress joint sickness twiggie maria type issue.

the most interesting feeling is the morning after, when, supposedly your friends draw your sorry blank stare look back to gravitational earth, by telling you that you can't focus your eyes on anything properly. probably this is the same feeling i have after a fully-equipped alcohol party, and the numbing senzation that attaches itself brutally to your body, so that no food, or drink, or smoke or body can quench that superflous tingle that will eventually choke you.

ps: nici un iepurash sau sherpishor nu au fost vatamati in decursul acestui post, ei pur si simplu sunt in sectia de reanimare, intr-o coma sinistru de placuta.