Not Quite So Upbeat.
Still underground, not six foot under , still alive, still living, i’m still kicking! This android phone is being so damn though hard on my brain, no, do i believe old dogs can’t learn new tricks, i just know this, its slow. Learning to run this gadget, i know is gonna take a lot more weed, guess i ought to head out, head on up to the pot shop now! Levon Helms, damn sure gonna miss that guy, i’m listening to his last music now, he was still upbeat, but in a downbeat sorta way! So, i picked up a new strain, BTY(better than yours), no telling where we’ll be going now, for now i guess, just go with the flow. No, my goose has not been cooked, but damn that roast duck was good, guess you knew, sooner or later, this post would be moving on to food. A maple syrup, mesqeite honey, butter, orange glaze, now… don’t that sound good? Sure do wish i’d had an ax though, that bird was fresh, i had to hack off the head with a dull knife, ya know, looking into the eyes, dead or alive, of something your planning to eat is always just a little bit rough, moving on… If I’m remembering right, i think it was in St Maries, a small town on the Chesapeake, is where i saw pictttures of the elmer fudd muskets, long, their barrels were flared, they’d take out entire flocks, these guns mounted on the bowel, i saw photo’s of boats skipping backwards on the water, it was the recoil from the guns, photo’s of giant puffs of smoke, as they took out fourty feet of sky. You know, sitting here just trying to figure out where to go from here, again out here, tower crains are pushing up into the sky, this is how i used to find my work, ya know i check these jobs out, i walk away, don’t think i want anymore of this sort of work no more, i’m gonna have to soon figure something else out! I still believe in hope and change, i’m hoping that changing over to some of this girl scout cookies, is gonna get me a differnt sort of buzz, ya see its always good to mix up your strains…, well at least Ithink so! Well… the music has ended, i guess it’s time for me to go, God BLESS LEVON HELMS, RIP