morning

i asked for a pen and paper because i told them that "i cant type". that makes me laugh a little on the inside. danny, sitting and so completely engaged to the screen of the laptop, wanted me to describe where we are. now i am writing because to not write is to not think.  it's around ten in the morning. i'm actually really high. we smoked danny's weed. it was so good. i'm not in the mood to describe where we are or the setting. all one needs to know is that it's one of the most beautiful mornings one's mind could possibly imagine. perhaps this morning is "heaven on earth". (whatever "heaven" is) - A. Dlr