just me pushing on some fragments of strange stones

i'm usually just a lurker - not with much to say, so you'll have to forgive me if i break some taboos, or strange rules you have here - does it matter if i don't have any protection on? shhh you should'nt say that sort of thing here, not with them childern around. i don't see any childern around, you are all figments of my imaganation. So your rules must be my rules, and i can't break them, because i bloody well made them, and everybody full well knows you cant fucken break anything that you make. but how many times have you proved that wrong?

But what makes me post this now, what may have changed this time, why not simply read the posts? because i saw you, there, in the bottom of my - too much, breaking the rules on stating this one, ( vaperizer, just say it, its not like they'll understand you ) yes there you where loaded in the bottom of my vaperizer - cindering from the heat, struggling to hold on to you life force while it floated away, in deep gray spirals.

and that got me to thinking - what if the hinus had it right, and everything has a lifeforce. Was this the most human method to steal your lifeforce? is the reader the grass loaded in the vape, or is it the person on the other end of the universe, staring at the lcd screen when they should be doing more important things. like fucking, or painting the fence - figuring out what the next couple of weeks where going to bring? But thats the point, we're all one bound together - so in smoking my weed, i could be smoking a piece of you - and what would be the most human method for me to consume you?

I fell on a grill once a a child. had the upper part of my chest turn to bacon. fitting that my graft would from a pig. sometimes, around campfires i can faintly smell bacon, and i think it is me. Flames hurt, and the damage is unrepairable. That means compustion is out - which means bongs, pipes, waterfalls, apples, crumbled soda cans, and your older brothers tromebone out gone -
but vaperizing is just fire light, the heat is turned down. instead of a crispt, you dry up. and thats after i crushed you in the grinder, ripped you apart with needles - or the old coffee grinder. thats got to be painfull too.

what about eating you? cooking you into something tastey and sweet? But that entails boiling you down n butter. they say the lobster screams when you boil it. i imgaine grass would to, if it had a mouth.

and thats where the answer came to me - not the ultimate answer, just something one would print on the inside of a soda lid - had it enough room. but there wouldn't be enough room would it, so i decided to print it here:

but i failed to remember it, i couldn't pull it out of the air and send it through my fingers - and now i feel it mocking me.

 

I like you.


I hope you stay.


P.S. You just reminded me of a Roald Dahl story, of a man who invents a machine that can listen to extremely high frequencies. He turns it on and hears these screeches, which turn out to be from the roses that his neighbor is cutting.


It was a good story.

 

:iagree:

 

never try to figure out what the next day, week, month, or year will bring.. just let it all fall into place naturally and you will be happy.. some days.. yes. will be rough.. but other days will make up for these bumps in the road

 

wait what

 

My brain hurts now. Welcome to the lounge:sifone:

 

I seem to make people's brains hurt a lot.


Mebbe I have X-men powers!

 

if you're an X-men.. then you are Jubilee

 

I dont wanna be a mall rat.....

 

I really want bacon. Sorry that happened to you, but if it happened to you right now, I might just have to have a munch on your chest.

Please stay. We like you.

 

too bad.. you're a mallrat that shoots lame fireworks from your hands :hat:

 

i can dig it. welcome dude, you should stay.
i personally like to roast pieces of beings alive, to a fine crisp, and suck their souls through a bubbler though


if we are choosing x-men, im so dibs on the jugganaut bitch!

 

i don't think being burned alive would be a nice way to go (and its so cliche for witches anyway) but a simmer in butter would be more humane. i think if you are worried you should just feel grateful that the pot is giving up some of its lifeforce, or something. i tend to think its more of a collective lifeforce, so that one piece going out of existence only effects those closest to it. but now my logic is all wrapped up on itself.

and i like you too.

 

what explains the mental alterations that weed gives?