Sunset Sherbet

You are a cloud drifting through the air. Your body is so fluffy, soft, and comfortable. The light wind gradually pushes you along. You look down, overlooking the world, seeing it's beauty for the first time. You contemplate and enjoy life as a cloud. You have fun making shapes out yourself. Sometimes an ice cream cone. Sometimes a little doggy. Then, once in a while you like to bust out the good ol' penis-shape. Give the humans a good laugh. Or make some of the offended. Whichever. Both reactions are hilarious to you. And as you drift more, you find yourself getting fluffier. Feeling heavier. Eventually, you condense enough to become water droplets and fall to the ground, where you lie in a puddle and rest throughout the night. Until the sun comes up and you evaporate.

It smells as if heaven cracked open its Mason jars and said enjoy. fruity sweet bliss in a bud. amazing body buzz with a soaring sativa cerebral blast. one of my new favorites and hope it stays around for years to come

Inspection - Earthy aroma, hint of berries - Deep purple - Feathery tips - Crystals on lighter green areas - Strong citrus smell after being broken up First hit - Very heavy onset. Thoughts disappear just as they come; even writing this, I must re-read the first section to assert that what I am writing currently is comprehendible. - Does that last bit make any sense? - initial frumpy feeling. I think that’s a word. Will stand up straight. Second Hit - Coming in heavier. Body feels to be sinking. - Fluffy feeling all guns ahead. - I had something really introspective to write here, but holy shit if I can remember what it was. Fuck you Sherbet. It was such an awesome idea. You would have been what, and I would have been what? But you lost those privileges when you entered my body. You filthy whore. - Suddenly feeling vey warm. But I have a sweatshirt on, so let me try taking that off. - OK, back. But this time without a sweatshirt. I have some bad news though: the warmth is still felt. Third Hit - I don’t know why the “anxious” meter is so high, I mean I think: “I’m going to go to the prom tonight and I’m not having any proble….THEY ARE ALL GOING TO HATE ME, THEY ALL THINK I’M UGLY, I EVEN THINK I’M UGLY, OH GOD WHAT HAVE I LET MYSELF BECOME?!?” - I was just kidding about the above stuff. - Can definitely start tasting the berry flavor now. Fourth Hit - Why did I even do that? I was already stored as fuck, there was no reason to do what I just did. - OK, I was off reading some things about stuff nobody cares about. Sorry about that. And I feel “awww yeah”. - Anyway, I think you get the gist. 10.. I dunno, 500 hits. - Ok, you win, Sherbet; you always do.