"Close To You" by The Avalanches reversed x Herzog on The Jungle in "Burden of Dreams."

Conceived in Franconia, New Hampshire.
Completed in Columbus, Mississippi.

Moosetracks & Magnolia

Ipomea Tricolor! Oh please open my doors of perception.
Ipomea Tricolor! I'll see you in high definition.
Ipomea Tricolor! You grow out of gutters and garden floors.
Ipomea Tricolor! There's more to her core than effervescence.

Ipomea Tricolor

Miss Cannabis,
I want to roll up in your happiness.

Miss Cannabis,
this grass is fat for all us villagas.

I read the syllabus;
lets smoke this joint, now were all ho-ho-ho, jolly old Saint Australopithecus.

Depth is in the dark;
walk with me beneath, between the stars.

Meet me in the park,
pass a torch-- august smiles spark.

Take a hit of this;
call me cousin Karl Heinrich Marx rolling up on Noah's Ark.
Da.

Let me tell you a story,
about a time-- I was out of time--
the time had come to go.
To get on down, to get on out,
to go to New Mexico.
So I bought some hash, an ounce of grass;
ninety-one south of the overpass.
Got my stash, got some cash,
drove west on eighty and didn't look back.

Miss Cannabis;
summons spirits, on-call animist.

Miss Cannabis,
warms our heart with reefer consciousness.

She's the catalyst,
for a universal change, pass the joint you stoner sage.

Now I'm paranoid;
"Fear-is-the-mind-killer," type-of-steroids.

My boss is real annoyed;
but who cares I am unemployed.

Hit another doink;
She's a lion in the void, holding hands with Sigmund Freud.

Let me finish my story--
I made it past Denver, little bit clever,
head full of bud, and cool under pressure.
The sun was an ember, the desert a spectre,
south on twenty-five, I'll never surrender!
West on one-sixty, past Alamosa;
Mexican Hat, El Capitan Jehovah;
dry as granola, sky a mimosa.

That's when I became suspended--
a silhouette--
in the Valley of the Gods.

Miss Cannabis,
she's a paradox of opposites,

or of the covenant,
for apes that worship pyramids.

From our genesis;
confessions and acceptances.

So come be fireside--
Miss Cannabis, our guide, her peace pipe's will decides.

Flowers

Cannabis

Mother Spring has come to bare;
Father Winter, and all that's happened here--
Both our die are cast
out of granite cracks
and I love you so--
shoots and blooms will grow;
French Lilacs in the snow.

In remembrance of Lou, a man who was waiting for the French Lilacs to bloom in the White Mountains of New Hampshire.

French Lilacs

Daffodils Demo 2

Daffodils Demo

Datura

Narcissus

Roses

Datura // Narcissus // Roses

Orange Juice by tomppabeats reworked

that span the equivalent of two Central Parks

Agua Caliente, Arizona

you have to wonder if we're listening to the same music


you know the drill-- wear headphones
this is a song about a beer can's background (SOUTHERN TIERS). read into it

Christmas in Japan

she asked me if I was trysexual, I said I do my best
inspired by a keg of O'Doul's and/
as always, listen with headphones and the volume 2 notches above responsible

bGM

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