Toto, I don’t think we are in Kansas anymore…(anonymous, Best of CL, #oneofmyfaves)

After the buzz from the poppy fields, I wasn’t sure wtf, was up, nor where I was, then wonder of wonders, Toto whispers we are in The Emerald City. I must still be tripping, this time from a contact high from the cloud of 420 emanating from a cluster of ppl sharing their stash with those flying monkeys with the anger management problems, probably trying to mellow them out. I pulled out my tablet, searching impatiently on cl, like so many do, with a sense of immediacy, on how to find someone to get me home.Like many search for someone, to fill that gaping whole, for a lifetime, or the night. I asked so many for ideas, for maps, pepper spray, bus fare, ride share. I was convinced my credit card was lost in the poppys or stolen by on of those fing cute, flying tails in the retro threads. Toto gave up whispering, dragging me to this gorgeous, femme shining in an aura of light, beckoning me to her. Her looks were subjective, it was what I felt standing near her. I was so torn, wanting to climb under her dress to simply be held , and to go home for that was all I knew….to be continued…