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May 9, 2005
Lack
of screen-prep may be to blame—for everything, and for the sake of ease. Before, it was the root of my whistlin’ dixie, but lately I smoke enough—the standard, good ol’ +2 days and evenings are long gone and in the ground now—and smoke it lazy-like—without pushing or scraping or pre-heating and taking long slow pulls on, sometimes, a partially retracted screen with an obliquely angled flame in order to patiently to reap the relatively thinner harvest found in the glass’s innerwall adherence/aderents, and in the process cleaning up the place, before moving again into a headlongingly ripping open and into the next gleaming, brimming, promising packet of peace and pleasure, and, with a marked glumse—a bumbleful, fidget-inflected gracelessness—reloading a chalky chunk into the gaping yawn like a silver bullet into the chamber and, with a chispa and oddly flourished chutzpah, broil and char the chip and the bale down into a top-layer of fudgy molten metal that swirls into something so like the charlatan, chagrinning challenge a long long line of solar-eyed alchemists have changelessly chased in finally not-bountiful bounty hunts for free-radical electrons, convincing dervish-ish compounds to cooperate with the cook and—just, please! this time—covalent with composted composites to achieve in the soul-less world a miracle to match the horticulturist’s crafty graft ‘n’ meld, the chief chef’s stewing and steamy winter soup—in my case: a metal-resin alloy cocktail (that Ghetto Cosmo) that, when sipped, is just as likely as not to send through the flue hot coals of molten ore flying straight to the back of the throat, leaving the sparked patient nothing to do but swallow hard from his large bottle of Multi-V Vitamin Water.
There is a difference between mineral & product/chemical in terms of heat, locatioin, density (the weight of cloud 9)—not just taste. Did you ever dream that one day you’d be able to breath metal?
The build so great after writer mouth boy that cooler artist man boy finally—because it didn’t pull through at all anyway—drilled a micro-hole down through, unrolled for a rub and rerolled the screen pair, and got us up to speed in no time.
Posted by peligrito at May 9, 2005 5:43 AM
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