That's a fine balance to walk as the actual situation can't be revealed because of what it can set in motion and the potential negative waves from that are too much to feature.
Cruising out to VA and cruising back are fair game but anything happening inside there needs to stay inside there. The situation is obviously screwed or there would be no need for anything but the guaranteed way to make it completely screwed is to allow kibbitzing. The vibe isn't even close to cool enough to deal with it.
Cat's instant thought is why did you not do this a long time ago ... but I didn't and the whole trip has been wide open for years. I know Cat is cool with it as she and Yevette are the only ones who have the real gen of it.
My ol' Dad said that a lot in some kind of beatnik jazz slang, "You got the gen of it?"
Maybe if I had just popped up fingers repeatedly he would have known.
Note: beatniks did that a lot when they were diggin' something. I was too young to see it but heard of it. I was lucky enough to become aware in time for Leslie Gore, "Little Deuce Coupe," and "Sidewalk Surfing." The first half of the sixties did not even resemble the second half.
Note: we almost never heard pop music in Australia and definitely not incipient rock. It was crap, rubbish, a bestial pseudo-musical stew of incompetence (larfs). We arrived here in '62 where immediately a gigantic case of WTF set in to life. That's WTF because things were coming from everywhere. We didn't even know the slang much less the music. Bitchin'? WTF is bitchin'?
This may amuse you for rampaging drug abuse as, here at the Rockhouse, this is a big bowl. It will give up two, maybe three toks, but we don't look for the hit which rings the Bells of St Knockers.
(Ed: what Saint was that?)
No idea.
They call it Candyland and they were not even close to kidding.
(Ed: who?)
No idea. Never met 'em. It doesn't work that way.
The purpose of this bit isn't to get defensive about ganja but rather to marvel at New Ganja vs Sixties Ganja and this stuff is the Jetsons flying bubble car next to Sixties Ganja. Welcome to the Future.
For a long-time aficionado, part of it is what the ganja brings and part of it what gets triggered inside you which was there already. The natural Rasta vibe comes and starts shooting love beams and music everywhere.
(Ed: those love beams are total ganja!)
Perhaps but that doesn't explain how the Rasta vibe is there regardless of whether you're stoned once you learn to see it. The ganja lights the beams but it did not put them there.
(Ed: the "Necromancer" do that?)
Prob'ly so, prob'ly so.
Cruising out to VA and cruising back are fair game but anything happening inside there needs to stay inside there. The situation is obviously screwed or there would be no need for anything but the guaranteed way to make it completely screwed is to allow kibbitzing. The vibe isn't even close to cool enough to deal with it.
Cat's instant thought is why did you not do this a long time ago ... but I didn't and the whole trip has been wide open for years. I know Cat is cool with it as she and Yevette are the only ones who have the real gen of it.
My ol' Dad said that a lot in some kind of beatnik jazz slang, "You got the gen of it?"
Maybe if I had just popped up fingers repeatedly he would have known.
Note: beatniks did that a lot when they were diggin' something. I was too young to see it but heard of it. I was lucky enough to become aware in time for Leslie Gore, "Little Deuce Coupe," and "Sidewalk Surfing." The first half of the sixties did not even resemble the second half.
Note: we almost never heard pop music in Australia and definitely not incipient rock. It was crap, rubbish, a bestial pseudo-musical stew of incompetence (larfs). We arrived here in '62 where immediately a gigantic case of WTF set in to life. That's WTF because things were coming from everywhere. We didn't even know the slang much less the music. Bitchin'? WTF is bitchin'?
This may amuse you for rampaging drug abuse as, here at the Rockhouse, this is a big bowl. It will give up two, maybe three toks, but we don't look for the hit which rings the Bells of St Knockers.
(Ed: what Saint was that?)
No idea.
They call it Candyland and they were not even close to kidding.
(Ed: who?)
No idea. Never met 'em. It doesn't work that way.
The purpose of this bit isn't to get defensive about ganja but rather to marvel at New Ganja vs Sixties Ganja and this stuff is the Jetsons flying bubble car next to Sixties Ganja. Welcome to the Future.
For a long-time aficionado, part of it is what the ganja brings and part of it what gets triggered inside you which was there already. The natural Rasta vibe comes and starts shooting love beams and music everywhere.
(Ed: those love beams are total ganja!)
Perhaps but that doesn't explain how the Rasta vibe is there regardless of whether you're stoned once you learn to see it. The ganja lights the beams but it did not put them there.
(Ed: the "Necromancer" do that?)
Prob'ly so, prob'ly so.
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