elementxero
10+ year member
Not an 06'er.
This may be the greatest thing ever to listen to if you want to feel evolved and infused with that pre 1960s intellectual sort of cool. I am drinking a martini in my dimly lit living room in a leather chair with my chocolate brown drapes shut. An intense yet mellow jazz groove sidles deftly through the still air that wafts gently in from my open window.
My mind is racing but now finds itself partially distracted with the invitingly relaxed atmosphere it floated inadvertently into atop my ragged, lurching frame.
A cigar burns gradually, the inevitable ignition spreading like knowledge up its oily, mocha-tinted surface. My eyes slow down to the speed of reality for just a split second as they follow the faint white plume up from the smoldering tobacco. They watch it defying gravity, defying predictability, transfixed by its courage. Suddenly the air current beckoned into the room by the open window carries it off into the night, certain to be dissipated into the atmosphere.
Yeah, I'm stoned.
My mind is racing but now finds itself partially distracted with the invitingly relaxed atmosphere it floated inadvertently into atop my ragged, lurching frame.
A cigar burns gradually, the inevitable ignition spreading like knowledge up its oily, mocha-tinted surface. My eyes slow down to the speed of reality for just a split second as they follow the faint white plume up from the smoldering tobacco. They watch it defying gravity, defying predictability, transfixed by its courage. Suddenly the air current beckoned into the room by the open window carries it off into the night, certain to be dissipated into the atmosphere.
Yeah, I'm stoned.