The buzzing hum sound couples with a light vibration and a quick periodic clang, the cable lines run run run ..the clang...with no responding grummph of a gripman's pull or release.. nocturnal tease torturing for sleepless lover and forever tired residents of the packed, stacked, squat brick or stucco building running up and down the oldest streets, street slick with the forever wet that is the fog night in this village ,or more truthfully our villages all.clinging madly to ancient mountains above a drowned great valley next to the Pacific.
A stage model perfect blown big on steroids baseball stadium, arena for a kook in a grecian formula blackened beard. and too young men so young you can see them minding maaners jus like mom said all sexy as only a drunk ball with a hunky muscled stranger can be for the good girls now professional woe-myn that appear out of no where when these good looking most all boyly manly-men are around.t Salvation is in the truth any man skilled in use of his own wooden bat -swinging bat and his balls is laid in place of the kook in the darkened beard and that magic weed oh.
That smell...the death of a mated skunk can stink no more...the acidic notes cling your nose bombarded....poisonly it perfumes the air , mellowing the legions of lost and soothing for a moment fearful unemployed thousands...it's a long game ...the kook on the monitor looks like Zeus and the day can be filled by moments of hilarity, fear, truth, sex, insatiable cravings and sleep....that stink., blended just north of our villages. Lovingly nurtured, tested,strains yet unknown in the hoods to the far east of our drowned valley handcrafted as lovingly as any CUBANO cigar worthy of THE RAUL and just artisian as the bread baked and vines they grow.
So stylishly unique, all these yet unknown varieties of dopey dreamweed, cultivated by the best the agricultural university in the great valley has produced, released to the masses in the east in planned limited amounts worthy of the elites idea of scarcity. Rationed addiction of fun to stooges,decadence by degrees. One of kind plantations in mid-century houses on a mountain perfumed by sweet eucalyptus trees. The very best simply sought. Addictive agent as couture product. The high by design to fill the very egalitarian addiction. The common doper deluded and fleeced.
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