Quantum Entanglement (A Love Story)
There is menthol in my shampoo. I put it in my hair.
There is menthol in cigarettes. To combust it into your lungs is insane.
Combustion alters the chemical bonding of a substance.
It turns it into something new.
My nack for vocabulary usage is not based on a tree of dictionary entries, or etymological pattern.
What it does have is some alien thing for phonetics, or the sound of words. Those also have a historical pattern that I think my mind locks in on.
I'm having a great Shabbos.
I woke around 6am, then went back to bed until 830.
I really like waking up early. I have a thing with losing track of time, and doing so in the morning seems minimal in terms of ruining the day.
Awesome weed is HYPER-DIMENSIONALLY good.
It is not just a great taste, smell, density, and texture.
It is not just easy smoke on the lungs.
But the high becomes more unreal the better the weed gets.
I have a fetish for doing the small things right during a baseball game. Like baserunning, and fielding. TG was masterful; bravo.
Lol. At one period during my mental illness odyssey, there was a function graph ongoing governing the direction my life was going. It was so pure that I believed in it wholly. One day things got bad and the graph at at astronomical height collapsed and fell to zero and I rode that down like a roller coaster thinking there was a pretty good chance that I would soon be dead.
There is actually a dividing line between psychosis and genius.
A genius will tend to get things right in their mind abnormally, a psychotic will alternatively believe everything that they think.
A fine difference.
Man, I'm just wrapping up a mini-excursion into subconscious anxiety, differing from other forms like physical and mental.
It was like my thoughts were vibrating as if a bomb had gone off way beneath the mind's surface. I felt uneasy.
I'm definitely in the comedown from it. Wild.
