Explicitly So

The weekend was enjoyable. (Honestly I really hate talking in the past, because if I feel something for a time, place, or experience, it's much rather present than past.)
Friday night, Eddy (I've been spelling his name with "ie" at the end instead of "y", but he spells my name like"Alison" so I kind of like it either way lol) anyways Eddie and I rolled with Molly, enjoyed some MickyD's, got my brow pierced (for fuck's sake, an no other), and then we chilled in my room and I lit some candles and twinkly lights, and put on In Rainbows and we drew. It was so beautiful. A different kind of beauty. Overwhelming, not subtle beauty that lives in sobriety. There was this warm glow in the room, but not from all the lights being in a dark place. I think it came from us, just being happy. He's a really special guy, I have no reserves about him at all. He's totally genuine. I like that he can tease me in a playful way, that he makes me all butterfly-y, but that I still feel safe around him. And anytime he puts on the Beatles, he says that it's really nice. But I know that he's not just saying it to try to click with me. He appreciates the love behind it. He's also really passionate about art and creating things. I think it's very courageous to ACTUALLY do what you love. In my opinion, a lot of people don't, not truly, not candidly.
Saturday, I forgot what I did Saturday actually lol. Oh well. --wait oh yeah I went into Wicker and then to Ely's and met Shannon ( a very special lady) and we smoked with Looney. Looney's another really cool dude. When I was picking up stuff from him yesterday, he started acting out scenes from Pineapple Express to make me laugh because he knew I was rolling. I like how he's really aware, conscious and smart. Most dealers I know are I kindof stupid haha. He's paranoid in a really good way. ( I think negative descriptors apply to positivity. PARADOX ohhhhh shit)

Sunday, I met up with Eddie at Irving. We popped a couple caps and then went to Ely's. Skating was FUCKING AMAZING. I felt like the wind, like it was blowing straight through my body. All I remember was feeling so light, just weightless. I think all Molly really does is make the implicit, explicit. Nothing is subtle. It's a rage of beauty. I had a wonderful time at Ely's (as always). I love holding her. I feel like she physically interlocks with me. I've never felt like that about anyone before. I talked about the pretty video she showed Eddie and I to my mom, while she was driving me home. The sad thing is that I feel like she's happiest when I am on Molly. It's really the only time where I respect everyone, including myself. Bell just rung. I'll write later.