Posts tagged ‘leaves’

Life ain’t that hard presents Beating the Hippies

No, today there will be no lesson in how to live life a bit more easy than what you’re used to.

Today LATH proudly presents BTH

Why?
It needs to be done, that’s why. I am sick and tired of the hippie shit I have to put with, so I am taking that peace sign from you and I will peacefully, and lovingly, bludgeon you to death with it.

There will be a whole range of topics and the BTH posts will be as rando, as the LATH posts, I have laid some topics out before me, but one thing needs to come first, and what’s the first thing that comes to mind when freely associating Hippie?

Weed.

I have had it with you folks telling the world that weed solves every ailment, ever.
Weed and coconut oil.

Listen you wind-tunnels, the moment you set something ablaze – be that tobacco, weed, crack, neighbors – so you can smoke it, guess what. You are inhaling smoke, which is not much more than gas, ash and soot. Which all is carcinogenic.
Your stupid claim that weed smoking (if only pure weed blunts are used) is null and void if you apply logic.

Don’t get me wrong people, I enjoyed that stuff when I was younger. I’d enjoy it today if I could get my hands on some, but the arguments are utter crap.

Legalise it? Yes. Give it to Hippies? No.

Punch it,
A.

So, autumn?

Yes, autumn. Apparently.

For some time now I struggle to make a decent post, but I fail miserably.

Being a dad is taking time off my hands in truck loads. And it’s worth every second. 🙂

Autumn finally arrived in mid/end August and didn’t want to leave again, making me ponder whether the seasons have actually shifted. Definitely I think.

The musky smell of fallen leaves, damp cool air and the shrooms in the nearby forest (upwind actually, not nearby per se, on foot I’d have to hike for the better part of an hour to reach it, ten minutes by bus), mosses and moldy soil – it all fills the air, replacing my so much more favored summery bouqet of lavender, roses and linden blossoms. But the scent of the chestnut wood and the smell of hay/mowed grass makes up for it, despite the nauseating feeling of autumn.
I dislike the fall. Temperatures fall, sun hours decrease in number, and clouds rise far more often than they disappear on the horizon.

Time goes by.

If any of you feel like posting a reply, did I already write about graffiti and tags in particular? If so, let me know please. Otherwise I bid you a fine day, and we’ll read again soon. (I hope)

A.