we are recalibrating, regulating our nervous systems from obnoxiously high doses of THC. it’s simply irritating!

how did we get here? how many times did we choose to entertain this particular cycle? to be honest, i believe we are revelling in the in the purge culture! insomnia, complete loss of appetite, hot flashes, cold sweats… it is beyond titillating.
my hubsband says “its like an inside shower”.

one wonders, “why am i chasing?” immediately, one wonders again, “420 blaze it suckholes LMAO”. i am awareness, i am aware of the chase, i am chasing myself. i am eating my tail.

today, i am feeling very done with the emotional charge of all terms, especially “sobriety”, “sober”, “clarity”, “purpose”. nothing is mutually exclusive. i am going to put a moderate and conscious amount of cannabis in my 420 suckhole now. i am lucid and polished. my logs are lucid and polished.