just so i keep track- g= 10 strain cocktail. 8x+in amnesia+atf... it don't work- use the cbd cocktail. currently takin bout 4-5mg amnesia+10mg ummm... 8x+10mg atf.
if freaks- whip up cbd only oil n subling it... ummm... oh... or on the grapefruit she held back from tyred.
so g's on the pain, superhighway and her opioids ain't cuttin it. i have a mind to snoop her pill count, if ANY... left... but it's none of my biz: her consequences; not mine. obviously, i have previous cause to suspect, but the hip thang, is newer, far as poppin... pain, is subjective. there's no amt i don't have on deck for her, oil wise, or can't whip n a jiff. and there's no expense i won't go to, should i need to run for dispensary, pot.
opioids, in my experience- the solution, the cause x50 &... in 90min (hope she's sleepin), she'll b so fried, u could remove her other kidney.
i drop my tolerances, to nil... i dose very low so i don't freak the anyones... now... her pain has pist me off... the #1 ain't half empty; it's damn near, full... well... not quite, but it's alot. now that the atf has had its day... and one cocktail, was the end, of yesterday... amnesia ain't in her 6 day cycle... i should stay home. she goin b horned... ahem... watchin my lingo. she goin get through this... i will c to it. my girl seems committed to knowing, opioids, suck and i do my homework. y'all know... i didn't expect much in the way of a day 2, for her.
yez, i heard a story... sitka (sp?), ain't as cold as north Dakota and ford made a 100, pickup... 4x, with cobra jets? i say that right? 16 corvette's and the ford, was hiz fav. & his pops, was pist, his birth cost $6... but when his brother got older... he charged, $6 for the alaskan, $6 vw bus cab company, he (his bro) owned. his brother...
he told me his mother, borrowed wood, to open a bed and breakfast in Marlboro Oregon, or Washington... i forget... people would trave, 200mi... just for her "banana pie"... and a bear... in Alaska... will not simply, leave u alone, if n ur "yard". father bought him a truck and a saw, at 11 and he started logging. at 16, the only at his school, with the first of his corvette's. currently, a lovely, mustang of 60s, ilk, sandrail... greyhound bus, with over 600 ponies, Detroit, etc. likes the toys. likes to show the worth of self proclaimed, ahole, via shiny shinys, when inebriated. i may, or may not allegedly, have encouraged a few... the man wanted to hear his own voice. who better, to save a barmaid, in voicestress. i listened... he moved airwaves and ship holds, of blended whiskey. i listened.
didn't catch the name... didn't need to. when he mentioned, moving mountains... i knew i was speaking to, "if blablabla were permitted to... none of your neighbors', roads, would b so rutted (and accordioned)"... i had a feeling, i knew exactly whom i was listening to because my ltr had mentioned such a huMAN. his steet name, came up... i mentioned, it's my dirt highway to heaven (from ltr's, joint)... and so began, another story... he had no respect for the kid, next to him... and y should he... he doesn't know me... i didn't serve and I'd led with the worst, as usual... but n giving me the time of day and imposing his will, as so many men of the 50s, are wont to do... including myself (repeat offender... I'm workin on it)... he began to warm up and it seemed as if he was trying to qualify. he would never need me... i suspect he has a lot he feels he needs to pay for... he keeps his bank balance, to justify his worth. this man fears nothing and what he does... he overcomes... adapts... any Eastwood fans, hear what I'm shovelin...
his brother... "my poor brother"... i caught the... hmmm... i dunno... but like a pool stick... with a bum tip... i could just hear IT.
-sc
sir... if i may... would you tell me about your brother
he began with something n what i caught was the "era", he addressed and attributed, to his brother's... medical problems. he'd mentioned, "out of the 70s"... can u picture it... bunch of naked hippies, in that dark green, vw bus, all hopped up, on the goofer n possibly anything spiked, of air American, special delivery. -frankified
so we "assume"... the hiv and when he said 90s, at 40yrs old... and a 20yr old boytoy... i was glad I'd shown up, with a spare-ear... ty ty -van gogh
he loves his mama and his brother... nathan, doesn't cook, wknds...
-and the band played on
on the jukebox, in the background and our new love, barmaid, had locked us in... so he could finish his beverage and hizstory. and that was just one of his many, lifetimes. sounds like fun, landing in dirt, gravel, kicked up against the fuselage... yes... we're going down.
of course, i have stories, of my own... when these peeps ask, or some tangent i could go on, might relate, if i could make it, full circle... but i already know how mine ends n some folks, sometimes... sometimes, they just need friends, romans and community, to lend them, van gogh's, ear. no problemo.
but if i had drawn sticks n parallels... yes... i was shy... i listened to ron white, took em as my own... walked into the lionesses, den... n learned to oppress, shyness and: make em laugh... make em breakfast...
i was afraid of being hit in the face... jimmy n i started a fight club... i do not fear, having my ass beat, stomach, full moon blued, chipped, tooth, broken ribs... i no longer fear, being hit... anywhere.
tomorrow... someone needs a roof patched, before the evening rain. leaks, already so worst could happen, we redo. i will try.... a ladder will b necessary... walking on the moon... sigh... someone cannot do for themselves... ltr... could not beat the weather, on his own... i... will... try. omg... breathe... i... will... try... sigh. fuck.
so... imma b busy, today... do that thing for me... gravity, altitude n fat men... i... will... try.
