it struck him curious that a cheap cigar could ambulate his consciousnesspick at the strings stretched for his unconsciousness  emulate a kind of timedrift or timewarp on its thin exhaled vapors

                                                                                         to be surehowever to a lesser degree than if the smoke escaping his lungs was maryjane or hashish or opium  or if he chewed jimsonweed shrooms or peyote

he was augmented nevertheless  particularly so because he hadnt smoked or inhaled a cigar in a while

he stood in his backyard working a barbecue of tri-tip an onion and peppers while admiring the neighbourhoods autumnal trees  wondering about their chemical augmentations  nuances             

a tree wasnt inanimate

                         just because it doesnt get up on its roots and wander away – which would be very cool – didnt make it less aware  despite it lackingsomeone might argue a neural network  or a central nervous system

when somethings aliveits alive

                                 bugs bees praying mantises miniature ants carpenter ants spiders scorpions and clippetyclop up the food chain

they are aware

                 even if they didnt align with those at the head of the food chain humans and their big fucking brains which if it wasnt for them lions and tigers and bearsOhMy and pigs  and carrion birds would feast at their mutilated meat

memory is woven into them instinctually we may be tempted to disregard or disrespect or disavow that  because it isnt tangible it hasnt exhibited either short-term or long-term memory

the trees he admired possibly felt their leaves let go  one-by-one as they felt their spring buds burst opentheir fruit grow and ripen feel it plucked from their branches feel when they were pruned too soontheir embolism ignored their sap rising and falling as the season dictated
                                   apparently a concept beyond our big fucking human brains our comprehension or worthwhile consideration
                           yet that can be seen when we witness it turned on our fellow man him being unworthy either because of his race or his birthrightthe circumstances they were thrown into because of someones shot in the dark preferred them without any other viable reason  utterly by Chance

the top of the food chain often seems not to have the time or the predilection to concern itself they prefer nothing impugn their selfishness

but some dont feel that way

some animate the unanimated

                                 and laugh when a door sticks laughs when its impatiently tugged on over and over and then suddenly lets go  and the tugger knocks themselves unconscious

Its a joke

          Yaget it

a friend of his did just that

he blamed himselfblamed himself for being dumb

Are ya kiddin me

No, I should have been smarter than that. 

The door was fucking with you

What are you talking about?

The doors constructed of wood Wood has memory suspended in its cellulose  Maybe it couldnt flee its demise  but just because it couldnt doesnt mean it isnt conscious of its current situation

Once a jokester

                Always a jokester  Pining

AwChrist, man, the way you think.

I think you busted yourself in the face with a door that saw you coming and was taking back a bit of its pride that otherwise couldnt have had  And Id bet cash money youre not the only one who has ever slapped themselves silly with a stuck door

You're out of your mind. 

Im not the one who brained themselves Your face looks like it hurts plenty Yawan I should tap the goose egg on your foreheadpat the swelling around your blackeye

Comeuppance

Retribution

Call it what you may

Whenever we sit on a high horse  the fall hurts   

                        

1446,  Twosday,  13  11. 18

1204,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  14  11. 18