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DeepUnderground#18

DeepUnderground#18

�I actually am� On� �Cannabis infused Christmas cookies�� - Cipher_O

(Xanadu)

What is the perfect thing to cook in a snow storm?

That�s right�

Cannabis infused Christmas cookies.

My first time making such a thing�

My co star is a fan of edibles.

To whip up a quick batch, I took a gram of hash and put it in a glass vial, decarboxylating in the air fryer.

Then, mixing coconut oil, directly.

And, in turn, into the batter.

Back into the air fryer.

The effects feel instantaneous.

An instantaneous feeling of full bodied relaxation.

Better than any fentanyl.

But�

Seeking the medicinal is an entirely different matter.

My co star seeks the medicinal.

She is an explorer.

Her space suit is within.

Invisible to the masses.

Interconnected in intricacies and complexities.

Which I love to explore.

In her absence, I close my eyes and she becomes the dream of a conjurer.

Black silk conjured out of black.

Stirring my soul.

How I like to go into sanctuaries of outsiders, beyond the most remote aspects of the universe, taking her with me.

Pulsating in awakenings of pulsars.

* � * � *

Eyes closed, I sip my thoughts of her like a fine liquor from crystal, holding the architectures of the womb of the world.

Sipping and swirling.

Darkness serene, dark serenity, serenely dark.

This scene.

I see her in my mind�s eye, black velvet falling into black.

Her nakedness.

I want.

Need.

To devour.

To own.

To possess.

Dark desires written in silence.