I woke up this wonderful morning a day when my wife and I will find out wether she is going to continue teaching or if we will be moving plus a lot of other contextual hubbub (not only this but being that I named myself wednesdayayay without any idea why and years later I can safely say it was because of this day and what is to come...) to find that one of the flowers on my little lemon tree blossomed. This is the first open flower we have got out of the plant which we had at one point thought dead.




Long story short
The newly opened Meyer lemon blossom smells of none other that freshly air dried DMT.

I haven't even gotten into my changa or anything for quite some time but that smell...

The last three blast offs over 6 months have all be Bufo changa the last one benign with a volcano vaporizer in a dark water filled bathtub. This was incredible.

Now the lemon trees are wondering my name aloud asking themselves wether or not to not ask my naughty self for another billowing wind rapture of my lungs namesake "nomesaké"

Changa changa changa