The drug man lifts his nose to the drifting haze of marijuana and aggressively pitches Mobsies: his unwritten screenplay revolving around a mob and zombies and debris in a post-apocalyptic setting. Chemicals in his narcotics-friendly mind suddenly shift to:
"Einstein's Theory of Relativity: that's something. That's..."
An impregnated pause--broken with a spasmodic shrill: "Time actually moves slower on different planets in the universe. Literally, clocks--clocks would move more slowly."
"Ginsberg should of been an astronaut."
"Endless spheres."
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3 comments:
nice blog-header buddy
maybe you should take up a position with the stoner's-who-work-for-the-man, alongside dale
No blogs for september?? Snagle!
I punched in two before the deadline
traffic...the bridge - not a valid excuse this time snagerrs
three posts in the past two days...enjoy!
The man with a plan ain't a man at all. He's a plan
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