Unlikely to be Timothy Grass, could be Pigeon Grass, less likely to be
the exotic Melica Transsilvanica paying a visit
I have a Grass AP, or is it an ap. Here the rivers are running greenish yellow with grass pollen, my inputs and outputs are sludged-up with a grizzly sticky goo, I can't hear the current seventeen year Cicada hatching and I know exactly why Jean-Paul Sartre wore a tie at the beach. For him meaninglessness was full of possibilities, a great adventure, but unfortunately as a callow youth of fourteen he'd developed a fear of sea creatures, particularly Crabs and Lobsters. Very understandable. In an attempt to cure him of his Sea Creature Phobia a former student of his suggested mescaline while looking at projections of assorted sea creatures. It was the latest thing in emergency psychiatric therapy. The experiment turned into a really bad trip for Our Jean-Paul, he had flashbacks for years, and he had adverse and often irrational things to say about the Saint Anne Hospital in Paris, and about his former student Doctor Lagache.
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