Just got given some MM, MMWW and some others

. First joint of MM blended with MMWW we have is a little harsh - may need to dry some out more, and I'm immediately in this mad place where everything is hyper-illuminated and the mind is trying to grasp some sense of things. Sat down at the computer and saw Nev's poetic smoke review, tried to write a reply but could only formulate gibberish. An hour later I'm still gazing inanely at my pidgin english on the screen - still as high as I was three hours earlier, very strong weed. So we decide to drop in on some friends who inhabit the next hill around the corner - weed tokin, vegetarian, neo-conservative, economic rationalists who never stop talking - very odd people - baby boomers, but kindly disposed to us, despite our undisguised left leaning tendencies.
So we have another smoke though I'm still up from before - this time a blend of Oaxacan, Mendo Skunk Haze and MMWW and it tastes great - lemon bubblegum - but suddenly I can't face these people. The guy is telling me about his train model sets and brings out a model makers magazine to show me. So he's leafing through this magazine and I'm trying to look interested everytime he looks at me, and subconsciously I can hear his wife regaling mine about some nonsense or other. And I'm thinking, 'can this guy tell by looking at my eyes that I can't fathom a fucken word he's saying?' - Apparently not cos he just keeps going on about who knows what. And after a few minutes of this charade with me apologising too many times for being out of it - I lose the plot - and burst into laughter and can't stop.
I keep looking at this guy (he might as well be a fucken alien) and he's searching out my eyes for some connection and I can't help laughing and laughing at him. But it's OK cos now he's laughing and she's laughing and even my missus who is a very earnest and serious person is smiling. And my face is wet and I'm out of my head and into my heart again and I realise two things - I haven't been this stoned since I was a teenager, and secondly - these strains of Kangativa's have no ceiling.
So we jump back in the car for the 400 metre drive home and we come up the driveway and I'm worried that a particular slab of concrete we've put down to sure up what is basically a rain forest mud pit, isn't going to rear up and wedge under the axle (not that its ever happened before but you never know) and I'm nervously reciting my mantra to ensure it doesn't happen as we pass over it ...and ....yay! we're over it and I take a deep sigh of relief when crunch screech! another fucken one rears up and wedges under the axle. And I realise two more things..
You attract what you fear.
You can get too stoned.
So it's raining now and this fucken piece of concrete is wedged up under the car and has slid about half a foot into the earth and so I spend the next half an hour digging it out and finally we move it and the car has taken some damage, but nothing to prevent me getting to work the next morning and acting like a sane person again.
Anyway, I'm actually pining more after the milder Oaxacan and Skunk/ Haze strains and hybrids now; the MM and it's progeny are just a bit too strong for me at the moment. So I'll have a few days off and see how it hits next time, see if I have some balls to post some unedited gibberish.
Kanga and I have both been absent - I consciously make an effort not to post on these forums when I know Kangativa is out of internet contact, because it furthers the speculation that we are one in the same person.
I'll post something later on in my Kangativa persona...