High Thought by @lynk_weird

Smoking by the lake Living existence is at its best when it creatively expresses the realest aspects of human life within the blueness, redness, and yellowness of materiality’s complex motions, or so I appear to think this early summer morning. “Homeostasis, man!” says a voice not mine. “When everything’s, like, balanced, almost kinda equal, dude.” Can a voice not mine get high when I smoke pot? “Maybe, my man. Maybe.”