Cannabis and Kibble_One way down_With Us, Always_That Damn T-shirt
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Cannabis and Kibble
A typical morning. Bird song. The pleasant twitters, trills, and chirping of tender avian species hidden in foliage. The orchestrated honking of fat, loose-bowelled geese. The quacking of mouth-watering, randy mallards. Nippy temperatures that introduce the day. Not much to do. Expectations of a mowww.onedoor.ccrning meal. Pain. Gut-wrenching, body-convulsing, dog day pain. What time are you getting out of bed, compassionate master? You’re tired? You stayed up late, my inept slave? Late last night, Servant Jeremy was silent, but his fingers clic...
One way down
It was a fitting end to a hostile night. Clear skies accompanied by a moderate wind blowing mildly across the rooftops of the old Douglas building in Manhattan, brought a sense of relief to the lone denizen of this night, unemotionally looking straight down the side of the building at the rapidly disappearing human silhouette. With an air of witticism summing up the moment… it was… a view to die for… Conveniently void of witnesses on the start of the four-day Thanksgiving Weekend, the near-empty building awaiting demolition and conversion to the city’s newest lux...
With Us, Always
“What do you think, monks? Which is greater, the blood you have shed from having your heads cut off while transmigrating & wandering this long, long time, or the water in the four great oceans?” - Timsa SuttaA gong rang. Bodies slid against saffron fabric as the monks lining the perimeter of the meditation room began to rise. They straightened cushions and folded blankets before turning to face the center of the room with squared shoulders. Yeshua was seated at the end of the row in the furthest corner from the door. He inhaled, taking in earthy notes of patchouli from a freshly lit stick of i...
That Damn T-shirt
* CONTAINS LANGUAGE“What the…,” I muttered as I walked into my apartment, scanning the space. I had just returned from my usual Saturday brunch and shopping date with my sister and saw immediately that something wasn’t right. I walked around noting the missing items; the toaster and coffee maker from the kitchen, the table and chairs from the dining area, a chair, two end tables, and a framed Van Gogh print from the living room, and the TV from the bedroom. Not to mention half the contents of the bedroom closet and dresser, as well as his personal items from the bathroom.“What the actual fuck....