Black Mountain Side - Weed Me - Joints

Smell. Ever step on moms freshly cleaned floor? Her shiny tribute to the gods of cleanliness? Remember how the room smelled when you finally regained consciousness? That. Flavour. Remember the taste in your mouth when you picked yourself up off the floor? The pine/lemon/war-crime flavour that could only be contained in mom's galvanized steel vat of whatever chemicals went into that super-secret-squirrel-military-medical-test-on-ususpecting-civilians concoction know as "Super Value Brand Discount Pine Scented Lemon Cleaner?" Yeah, that. Now, the high? This is the kind of high that will make you forget the fact that your mother transformed from Mommy, a mild mannered saint of a woman who wouldn't harm a fly, into a foul-mouthed, mop-wielding barbarian War Chieftess right before your very eyes. It could blot out the memory of her coming at you like howling demon of a red-eye-glowing warrior queen that beat you down to within an inch of your life with such a ferocity that Jesus is waiting for the floor to dry before He comes back. So to sum things up: Just tell people it'll get them abysmally discombobulated. This is Black Mountainside's entire raison d'etre.