so when i was in hamburg germany, i ran into a couple of fucking hillarious, and kind of scary dudes who reminded me of my family. big, mean, itallian, and generous. they offered me many things such as big plates of food, chunks of this wonderfull stuff u can throw into a joint or a bowl and suck down into your lungs, a spot on their couch, and a plethora of interesting stories, most of which, i wont mention – but yesterday i thought of them, we were all standing outside the back door of their apt one day blazing a fat one and they explained that when you and your broke ass friends dont have money to travel, or let alone, walk down the street to the tittie bar and buy a drink and a dance, you can always visit the beatiful sights of, “BALCONIA” – which is basically your crusty ass balcony — and enjoy the company of friends, the sights and sounds of the earth, and whatever shitty booze and $5 bag of herbs u can get your friends to throw down on.
this story will stay with me forever – and here is the view from my visit there the other day- not too shabby if i do say so myself
Yo Tara whats up? I really dig this piece of poetry that you have written. I think it Brings us right back to what we were intended to so before mother F***ing Ben Franklin flew his Kite and discovered what us cavemen call Luz. Real cool stuff. Hit me up!