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Vague metal and ceramic percussions darting irregularly through the air, plump with the balmy smells of bleach and steam, of unknowable things boiling, baking, frying, searing and simmering just beyond some forbidden, over-lit, threshold found invariably ajar this time of night, letting the stresses of service work escape the inferno like the trapped souls of the damned into the vast black sky.

Mixing with the acrid and unrelenting, yet acceptably-faint whiff of general decay, cooled slightly by the ephemeral little crime scene of ice cube ejecta splattered out from the door in a typical direction, and peppered lovingly by the subdued olfactory chaos of an overfull dumpster, this sophisticated fug spreads out gingerly into the side street as it sets off on its fated journey of dissipation, where the hapless, sated and homebound pass on by, breathing straight through the last cohesive stretch of this invisible olfactory experience on its way up and out...

Yet on top of all this nasal flavor, the sensitive or experienced among them may smile fondly as they move along, may slow their pace in reverence, and brave few yet may even stop and search without looking, hoping to follow towards ever-denser hints, just over this fence, just beyond the dumpster, that somebody, or some friendly, inclusive circle of bodies, may be enjoying a reverie unmatched by the libations flowing on the other side of the wall... a reverie accompanied by its own acrid -- and for those who know, wonderous -- organic scent, uniquely and effortlessly overpowering every other smell available on this perfect night, perfectly out of sight.

Hey, Riggie, come on over here... *motions to their left side as they shuffle rightward to pinch a fat little joint coming their way*...

please excuse my enthusiasm after all these years we've finally got a place to smoke around here

thanks psynapz

Some got gold an oil and diamonds all we got is marry j



legalize it recognize it..........

'Ere ya go psynapz



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Napz, you've described it wonderfully!



We've legalized the stuff here now, but that area will still be frequented. Part of the bill states there shall be no smoking or imbibing in public places. Ah well.

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I wouldn't be seen dead with this crowd.*


* Green, goddamnit, green!

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Hey! Mr. Napz.

I got a lovely B-day present that is not likely to go away anytime soon, if you remember my particular tastes. So if you find yourself in the area, I'm more than happy to oblige.

That goes for the rest of you RI peeps as well.

cant remember iffer name was cindy or sandy if it were spiced rum or brandy but oh with no bowl what she could roll with just one hand was dandy. anymore behind the face you want to leave the veils in place. oh yes, of course, no kidding, really? old stoned alley smoked my rainbow blends of salvation army clown outfits I dug through madly in a vane attempt to find the arms of my sweet Venus. She whimpered walking away, with the click of her one remaining heel - "foget it," she said, "I don't want them anymore." and sure as You smell snow more than you see it, wishing for love more than love loves is all the love there is.

[Enter trashman to collect dumpster]

Phew! Until I saw the joint I thought I was walking into sex scene there!

Nice one psy, was it deliberate?

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But can he make a small fast moving ring shoot through the middle of a larger, slower moving one?

I can.

I can't actually make them chase each other around the room.

Yet.

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(From http://rigorousintuition.ca/board2/viewtopic.php?p=495535#p495535)

Freitag wrote:it could be an archetypal energy created by humanity collectively. I picture rivers and oceans of it flowing around the planet, finding, like water, the cracks and paths of least resistance, carving out, in some cases, grand canyons through which it can flow, when the individual loses all identity, and becomes merely a channel. Damn this is good weed.

Been the first real good warm sunny summer day and especially the warm night (still half light at eleven pm and in two weeks summer solstice when the sun barely sets) .. been out riding and enjoying and friends and that passin round too. Been working like a dog for several weeks now, pretty beat... but its ok.

Great. Love you people

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Way not be spoken of!

Way be trodden!

Get down from that gallows O Man!

Dance now!

Dance!

Let the voice of conscience speak whether it be paid or no.

But it could sure use a bit a help!

Where changeling?

Where my changeling?

My elfin bride.

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