A Pearl of Great Price

Haa, that was the name of a book by Joseph Smith.

Last night right after smoking I thought, "What if my parents had been awful and named me Varissa instead?" and then I laughed to myself for a long time at the thought. The thing about being high is that it makes all my thoughts very entertaining to me, so I can sit and meditate upon my thoughts and allow them to take their course, and experience great things.

"Man Garners Fame for Worldwide Jigs," said this headline on msnbc.com.
"Worldwide JIGS?" I said, and watched the video, and it was about this man who used to be a computer programmer but then got tired of sitting around and decided to travel all over the world and do jigs in each place, and so far he has been to 55 countries, and he records videos of himself doing these jigs, although sometimes he does them in unwise places, like on this cliff in Norway. "I didn't want to dance in front of the Sphinx," said the guy on the video.

Being high is a phantasmorgia of great things.

There are dogs barking outside in the middle of the night. "Some dogs have no sense of what is appropriate," I thought at them.

Once during the first week of May I was walking home down Rosebury from a potluck at my friend James's house (and it was literally a POTluck, for all the food was INFUSED with marijuana, and we smoked it after each course, and there were many, and we also drank lots of red and white wine, but I was abstemious with the wine, unlike at Gayla, but that is a whole other kettle of fish), and I was obviously quite high, when I saw Moshi looking down at me from the front window of her apartment, and I said, "Helloooo, Moshi!" and she greeted me back, and then I continued walking.

Also at the very end of the school year Tasty did some strange things, as when one day I walked into the bathroom to see that he had knocked my toothpaste into the litter box and my electric toothbrush into the trash can, and I was like, "Tasty, why would you DO such a thing?" and I was freaked out by that, and had to throw away the toothpaste and the toothbrush head. And he looked at me, and said, "I don't owe you an explanation, woman," in a patriarchal voice.

2 Kings 4
38.
When Elisha returned to Gilgal, there was a famine in the land. As the sons of the prophets were sitting before him, he said to his servant, "Put on the large pot and boil stew for the sons of the prophets."
39.
Then one went out into the field to gather herbs, and found a wild vine and gathered from it his lap full of wild gourds, and came and sliced them into the pot of stew, for they did not know what they were.
40.
So they poured it out for the men to eat. And as they were eating of the stew, they cried out and said, "O man of God, there is death in the pot." And they were unable to eat.
41.
But he said, "Now bring meal." He threw it into the pot and said, "Pour it out for the people that they may eat." Then there was no harm in the pot.

Dude, that is a sweet Bible story called DEATH IN THE POT.
That is all.
~Sage