Dan Does Incredibles: Monkey Man 🐒
Sometimes inspiration hits you when you least expect it...like at 4 am when you're sitting in an oversized shirt, the sleeves rolled up with no bottoms while rocking a set of oversized headphones. Between work, therapy and all the other things I have going on, I rarely have time to sit down and just blog. It's been a while since I worked on or even wanted to do an edibles blog. Sitting here waiting for it to be time for me to get dressed for work made me realise that this is the only me time that I have; waking up obscenely early before I have to be at work for 5:30 is the only time that I have when I can be alone to decompress and mentally prepare myself for another day.
I glance over at the packaging just tossed over on the floor. The warm yellow on the carton stares through my soul and I know what I have to do. I need to review this edible. Without further ado, here is my review of the Incredibles edible, the monkey bar.
WHAT IS A MONKEY BAR?
The Incredibles monkey bar is a cannabis-infused milk chocolate bar that's packed with walnuts, a pinch of coconut and banana. I wasn't sure if I was going to like it; I'm not always big on banana flavour and I HATE coconut, but this was heaven.
The Incredibles monkey bar is a cannabis-infused milk chocolate bar that's packed with walnuts, a pinch of coconut and banana. I wasn't sure if I was going to like it; I'm not always big on banana flavour and I HATE coconut, but this was heaven.
As usual with Incredibles chocolate bar, it's creamy and melts in your mouth. Not all the chocolate bars that I've tried do that and I've tried a lot of them. Maybe I should show you guys the weed wall and share a few favourite memories and adventures I've had based off the weed wall. I'm going to be trying to get back into blogging and being more active on here. In the next coming weeks with certain things going on and my creative juices flowing once again, I think it's safe to say that there will be more content coming your way and that I will be more active on here as well as my social media accounts, which will be linked below. And no I don't have a cunting TikTok account or however the fuck you spell it account. Not into it. Never will be into it. Thanks in advance.
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The sun feels so much brighter. The sky is a deeper blue. The clouds look fluffy and happy. I can finally breathe. Work stress falls away from me. The world falls away from me. Time moves in slow motion. It feels like I'm in a cartoon film, the colours around me are so rich, everything so detailed...It feels like I can't take it all in even with all of my senses,
The small, gentle vibrations of the car are magnified to me. It feels like small electrical pulses spreading out through my entire body. I love it and loathe it at the same time. I love when this loss of control washes over me. I feel so free. Now is the time for music. I need to listen to something. I pop my oversized headphones over my ears and launch myself into another sense of being. I fall back in time as the opening bass cords of Soundgarden's Black Hole Sun ring out through my headphones. Chris Cornell's deep, rock vocals eacho through the vessel that is my body. (Why don't more people use these headphones?) They're great.
Golden rays of sunshine lick my exposed skin where it's exposused while the ubeat melody of What I've Got by Sublime pulsates through my headphones. Pookie is trying to talk to me, but I don't want to listen to her. She only adds to the shit that I'm trying to escape. I get lost in the nostologia of the music, only stepping outside of my bubble when she announces that we're at the store she wants to go into. I'm not really interested. I'm only going on the off chance the book shop that's closed to where she is has the book that I want. Obsession over books; That's one thing about me that hasn't changed over the years. My love for literature marches on, the eternal flame, my love of adventure and escapism driving me to pursue tales of lore in the medium of paper and ink. I've not been reading as much as I used to, despite the love. I guess I'm still having trouble focusing after all this time...
The small, gentle vibrations of the car are magnified to me. It feels like small electrical pulses spreading out through my entire body. I love it and loathe it at the same time. I love when this loss of control washes over me. I feel so free. Now is the time for music. I need to listen to something. I pop my oversized headphones over my ears and launch myself into another sense of being. I fall back in time as the opening bass cords of Soundgarden's Black Hole Sun ring out through my headphones. Chris Cornell's deep, rock vocals eacho through the vessel that is my body. (Why don't more people use these headphones?) They're great.
Golden rays of sunshine lick my exposed skin where it's exposused while the ubeat melody of What I've Got by Sublime pulsates through my headphones. Pookie is trying to talk to me, but I don't want to listen to her. She only adds to the shit that I'm trying to escape. I get lost in the nostologia of the music, only stepping outside of my bubble when she announces that we're at the store she wants to go into. I'm not really interested. I'm only going on the off chance the book shop that's closed to where she is has the book that I want. Obsession over books; That's one thing about me that hasn't changed over the years. My love for literature marches on, the eternal flame, my love of adventure and escapism driving me to pursue tales of lore in the medium of paper and ink. I've not been reading as much as I used to, despite the love. I guess I'm still having trouble focusing after all this time...
My mind jumps to the next thing. Under the glaring lights of the clothing store, my mind begins to bake. It's like the lights in the ward I was locked up in. No, my God, don't start having a panic attack now. We pass the make-up and perfume counter, where the ghosts of millions of test sprays hang in the air and questions about lipstick colour hide in the corner of the polished and steril displays. It looks fake. Unrealistic. Just like all the shattered dreams they sell here. 'You're not anything unless you're gorgeous.' That's not the right message to be splashing across anything, let alone a clothing store. People don't really want to be reminded of their perceived shortcomings and failures, especially when it comes to appearance and body mass index. I let that gnaw away at me for the longest time. It stole so much happiness from me. It still makes an appearance from time to time, opening up old wounds and feasting upon me.
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I watch the flame of the candle, burning hot, bright and true. I think of him and the hold that he has over me. Does he even know the things that he does? The shadows that fill my bedroom are constant reminders of him. Even though it's been so long, the memory of his skin against mine remains the same; My body remains searing where his hands have been, inflamed by the addiction that is him. He makes me reckless and wild, he makes me chase him in ways I never expect to. I wonder how much longer it will take him to speak the truth.
Before.I know it, I'm bleeding under the early evening sun. Rust and salt fill my nostrils, while a scarlet flood escapes from wounds that are deep and fertile like that of the Nile Delta. The crumbling pressures of my waking life all coming to the surface in light of the dam being gone. I'm fighting for everything; down to the point of my existence. I don't want to fade away, but before my eyes, before I realised it, I'm burning out.
I step into the heat of the water pouring from the shower head. The hot water stings and burns the uniform slices in my left wrist. How many times do we have to lather, rinse and repeat? Blood splashes against the walls and the platform base. Wordlessly, I lift my hands, cupping my ears like the headphones I love and drift away humming the melody of Daughter's "Youth." The red rivers turn to red vines slowly making their way down my raised arm, dripping at every step of the way. I love it when it's like this. Slow moving and silent inside. The only noise that I hear are the sounds that I want to.
I am somone's son. I was someone's daughter. I am someone's person. I was someone's person. I'm something different to everyone that I come in contact with. The idea boggles my mine. I marvel at the number of lives I've lived without even knowing them; I wonder what basis they have on my perceptions of self? With those I come in daily contact with, I wonder, as their actions melt and they stutter, trying to express points of view. I am a secondary character in every story, even within my own, I'm not the main. I'm too busy lost inside stories with talking lions, solutions that change the essence of time and bonds of friendship that have weathered the greatest of storms. Perhaps if I didn't give so much to these stories of fantasy and those far gone, I wouldn't be possessed by the essence of this madness.
With wounds washed I step out of the shower. Clear and pale pink droplets beading off of me. Being stoned and taking a shower is one of the best things a person can do. The way you think, the way the calm takes over you and the way your thoughts are allowed to wonder into other universes bares no resemblesnce to any other sensation.
With wounds washed I step out of the shower. Clear and pale pink droplets beading off of me. Being stoned and taking a shower is one of the best things a person can do. The way you think, the way the calm takes over you and the way your thoughts are allowed to wonder into other universes bares no resemblesnce to any other sensation.
🐒LINKS 🐒
https://libertycannabis.com/
https://iloveincredibles.com/
https://iloveincredibles.com/our-edibles/bar/monkey-bar/
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