At the château spliffing up with govweed is a definite no no. The Kommune insists upon home grown organic dope. Soil nourished, cultivated in sunlight and wind. The active ingredient of THC limited to 100 mgs or there about. To sooth rather than annihilate one’s critical faculties. Smoked in the lottie, it alleviates the boredom and physical pain of manual labour. Calculus refers to it as Halfling’s Leaf or Indian tobacco. No matter, it smells as sweet by any (other) name!
Shortly before i was born, the majority of Europa’s southern states legalised cannabis. Available in edible form, too. With the proviso that the state controlled its supply. To ensure its quality, they argue.
Society’s mores change fast with a money incentive, lolly-pops soon laced with state c.
Govweed: the new opium of the masses. Marx can smoke his heart out.
Wilders’ weed…
… is not quite as innocuous as Martha likes to believe. We always know when she has been on the Kommune c. There is, even allowing for her illness, her exaggeratedly slow gait. And she is liable to break into song. In the early stages of her illness Martha referred to it as ‘The Medicine,’ for it diminished the pain of cramps and dulled the aches in her limbs. Unfortunately its effects gradually wore off.
To coincide with the biannual Season Switch, Koockie will make a chocolate hash soup. The ‘special’ ingredient being an open secret. Good for the nervous system, he says. i concur. Tis my favourite head and hunger fix. A bowlful of bliss. Despite scoffing a bellyful i always end up asking, like Oliver, for more. Ever so politely, that is!
Koockie has this annoying habit of putting acid in the chai without telling anyone. What else would you expect from a drummer with a penchant for swigging entire flasks of Cretan wine to quench his thirst? That is when he isn’t wandering the woods with an eye on locating fungi, destined for either the (frying) pan or (dream) pot.
Hallucinogenic intoxication is all well and good, but i prefer knowing in advance. Calculus refuses to castigate Koockie, holding that perceptual oddity helps to keep us on our toes. Pan predictability being the bane of human existence. It is a good thing, he says, to defamiliarize ourselves; to challenge our minds dulled by habit. Unexpected outcomes are therefore to be welcomed, even when ‘negative’!
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