i have no idea i am not in sales i am out back in my own little workshop not having to deal with anyone jut focus on the work when we get around to it we get done what we get done today and we pickup where we left off tomorrow real blue collar work today what do we do for the rest of the week if we do the weeks work today if i could i still would not squeezing the shatter the rosin the distillate out of the flower the good stuff filtering out as much of the carbon content as i can refine refine refine i do not want that down in the lungs smaller doses of greater intensity potency increased the content is higher rocket to the brain out we go faster and faster much faster than sitting there and staying there a little longer than what we have to have slowly working up a headache to avoid the cough to avoid the growing pains no one is getting younger we all live with the pain and then we die no more pain always a balance a beautiful dance with joy and pain
i do believe that they did a very good job of having you believe it just look at the expression on your face the truth sounds so sweet coming from your face hey hey he stuck it inside me you would not be saying that if it had really actually happened tuck me back in at least ell where have you been this evening this is the last time we are doing this now way we ought to do this more often okay maybe one more time just to take the edge off there is a lot of sexual tension here just the hanging out together anything together
getting up to the nasty on the white house lawn that house aint what it used to be that house aint so white any more the marble has been tarnished the chalk is wearing off the straw underbelly is burning all those straw men blowing in the wind we will appeal to the worst in people it is far more relatable than the best in people no one is really in agreement as to what the best in people is but the worst shines out like a beacon on an escarpment a jagged island in a dark habour a single lighthouse on its peak
scene do not want to be carrying all that luggage in your hand that is why we stitched pockets into jackets shirts and pants
the hawk came by again today sat in the oak tree and watch patiently until i made a false move and it flew off into the distance never to be seen again this day tomorrow will not be here to see it
whether no one has to take sides there is only one side the living side they are only ever really looking at death not as an enemy but as an accomplishment as a friend as another as motivation as a willingness to co operate and get on with it something worth surmounting at the insurmountable overcoming all the little obstacles to falter at the only obstacle the simple prerequisite of life itself