Castanet

Oscar the Arsonist Ostrich

I see a man wearing a hat and trenchcoat, (Orson Wells shaped) resting against a very hot tree limb on right hand side.

How about a Man sitting on a flame breathing Dragon that just started a fire.

I see a Viking ship going up in flames with a time traveller watching.

I see a slash burn.

The way I sometimes roast weenies.

I see camping season is finally here.

I see tiny-fedora-head, backwards-thumbs-up, gnarled-handed-guy enjoying a marshmallow roast on a Satan-generated-fire.
But that was with sativa. An indica just made me sleepy.

...am I the only one that sees a fedora-wearing man riding a brontosaurus?

I see a pile of wood burning. My imagination apparently is not of the "has no bounds" ilk.

Tommy Robinson as an old man kicking-back with a scotch and a cigar watching as Europe goes down in flames while the perplexed limp-wrists writhe and moan wondering how they ended-up there ...still calling him names.