RAINY DAY WOMEN #12 & 35

Things have been a little heavy round here lately, so this is me trying to break that up by sharing a video in which I make a twat of myself.

So about a month into what turned into a three month lockdown, I… partook. And I recorded a message for my dear friend, whose closest family member was hovering between life and death, but didn’t get around to sending it to him. I watched it again for the first time and I make even more of an ass of myself than I remember. Why not share that humiliating lockdown high with everyone? Cause that’s a good life decision.

So here it is… (cause everybody must get stoned? Or at least get a tiny buzz going. Just a lil’ one. Enough to ramble on and want the snacks, before passing out and drooling on your pillow).

Hey you. Here is the video… I suppose it’s ultimately like my therapist said about you (the good one), the life you lead is one where everything vital to you is compartmentalised (me,your partner, your kid,your sexuality, your dark, light, mind, kid, heart etc). The life I have always represented is one where all the pieces of you are integrated and in harmony with one another, no barriers or walls necessary. Openness… freedom. They scare you… but they shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. It’s just fucking love, you know? In its truest form.