Extreme Cream
9/30/2017
Gorgeous buds with purple highlights, so beautiful it seems a shame to turn them to ash. I gently break the buds apart into tinier bowl-sized budlets with two pairs of tweezers, to keep the magic dust away from my fingers. The first hit drives deep into the muscles of my face, numbing them and and shaping my features into a wide grin. I let the smoke expand within my chest until I cannot hold it any longer, and as I exhale I taste tequila and feathers. The space between my ears widens and my headphones become tight. Fragments of my memory attempt to become figments of my imagination, but the letters R and A refuse to mate and give birth to I. That's "I" the letter, not I the "me". Although you reading this would think of me as "you", so I'm probably projecting a misunderstanding onto you that would never occur except in my mind, at this moment, with these chemical alterations. I think my review is done. Am I done? Yeah, I thnk so, done.