Rising, almost in Adjunct to 8/9/2013 flash friday; a trinity of flashs

I was thinking about stuff, and then, later, thinking about more stuff or the same stuff either in a different way or so much later that I’d forgotten I had been thinking about it. Autumn, for instance, is it some genetic imprint that tells the trees leaves which will change which color and when they will fall or is it the vagaries of the weather? Nature or … a different face of nature? Like if a butterfly flaps it’s wings in brazil … does it matter what the markers are, and are the markers a combination of genetics and environment? Maybe if I wasn’t stoned the answer would be obvious or like a Chinese finger cuff, once you stop trippin’ and relax you just slip out.

And, sure, you’re thinking how much later could it really be? Well, I think I’ve stoned since last Sunday, and I’m not fixing to slow down because why? Being stoned is a bit like taking the narcissist out of the online journaling; you amuse yourself without needing a titter from anyone else. Heh. Not that I get many titters or tatters, but I’m as happy as a misanthrope as I am as a narcissist, keeps me from having to work to hard on an adjective or be not stoned for any reason.

And, ok, see, it’s like this … wait, can I start over? Nope. Lost the momentum. Once this state passed a recreational marijuana law all the medical dispensaries in this area (the capital and one of two huge State universities) closed down within a month. There are all kinds of reasons speculative, bullshitative, and bad lawwritingative add all three and a healthy dose of conspiracy and the truth is somewhere in there, but, for all practical purposes if have been kind of screwed for medicinal weed here and sight unseen of recreational, until recently on the medicinal. Now, if you are in Detroit or Ann arbor it’s a damn cornucopia hedonistic weed orgys. Up until recently I’ve been going down to Jackson, not very far away, but, still, further than across town.

And, most of my marijuana needs were pretty light, though I make a topical balm about once every three to four months and I had that covered. Not suggesting I’ve ever been prudish about weed, just that I’ve been light weight since, I don’t know, 1980? You kids and your fancy skunk weed … So a local shop had some concentrate at the same price as Jackson had … shit two Sundays ago. I’ve been stoned going on my third Sunday … Among said concentrate is this stuff with {brand Name} THCA fractional Isolate. It means 99% pure, um, the shit that gets you high, all you need to do is add heat. Now lots of folks either separately buy terps (the shit that makes weed taste like, well, weed) and add them to the THCA crystals to make them go further and to taste them, and some labs mix them together to make it cheaper.

The shit I got both here and in Jackson is already cheap and on sale and I mix it with other concentrate, I cleaned out a vape rig for concentrates and … I can’t tell you what I ate today or when I showered last but you know, everything is groovy.

Oh, and I wrote this sometime between being born and today ;;

Rose to autumns first run
And she was sleeping
And I wept for the ancient fear
Of passing through this moment
Within and without beauty

I’ve lived a lifetime by this river
And through her dreaming body
Will live another
We will live another
And keep this secret here

And her dreaming body
Filters harmonies and rhymes
And reds and yellows like the lens of Ra
And I am a hobo in her boxcar
And I poach from her river

Autumn brazen in the socket of seasons
Wind the rivers depth obscures
She sleeps beneath reason and intellect
And so the world comes to her
And I watch the dance of dream and praise