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alright dude, smoking weed makes me fucking crazy. i know people like smoking with other people, gets them high and giggly and they get to have deep conversations... not me. i have finally realized that i am the kind of stoner that HATES being high around other people, and HATES having to deal with shit when i'm stoned.
i like to smoke by myself, and let my mind go out like a ball on a tether. don't fucking try and snatch my god damn ball. and seriously, what the fuck do you need a goddamned double chamber bong that's so wide you can fit a tennis ball down it's tube for? i took TWO hits of that super dank shit they sell at the weed clubs in california (first called demons... second called master OG kush) out of this lab kit Forrest just bought, and i thought i was too high. demons; that shit had my heart pumping like a MOTHER FUCKER. shapes were shifting a bit, i sorta felt like i was coming up on ecstasy.
wtf. none of this is intelligent. not really, i mean, i sorta KNEW i was gonna be out of my gourd when i saw the bong, but whatevs. the experience really turned me off to smoking. never thought you'd hear me say that, huh? well, let me be frank... it turned me off to smoking with other people. from now on, i'm perfectly fine smoking/eating my weed by myself, and reading/writing or listening to/creating music. if you want in on that little circle of existence, then we can chill, but just to play video games... i'll beat you sober.
this is long. and pointless. and i really just wanted to say that i want to DO something. i need my music recording program back. i've got ideas a cookin', i'm ready to get back on the horse.
this shitsssss... gonna be diffffrentttt... yea yea yea... this shitttttssss... gonna be siiiiiiiiickkkk... like a kid with the hivvvvvvvvv...
ya ya ya ya ya.
that's who i feel like today.
alright dude, smoking weed makes me fucking crazy. i know people like smoking with other people, gets them high and giggly and they get to have deep conversations... not me. i have finally realized that i am the kind of stoner that HATES being high around other people, and HATES having to deal with shit when i'm stoned.
i like to smoke by myself, and let my mind go out like a ball on a tether. don't fucking try and snatch my god damn ball. and seriously, what the fuck do you need a goddamned double chamber bong that's so wide you can fit a tennis ball down it's tube for? i took TWO hits of that super dank shit they sell at the weed clubs in california (first called demons... second called master OG kush) out of this lab kit Forrest just bought, and i thought i was too high. demons; that shit had my heart pumping like a MOTHER FUCKER. shapes were shifting a bit, i sorta felt like i was coming up on ecstasy.
wtf. none of this is intelligent. not really, i mean, i sorta KNEW i was gonna be out of my gourd when i saw the bong, but whatevs. the experience really turned me off to smoking. never thought you'd hear me say that, huh? well, let me be frank... it turned me off to smoking with other people. from now on, i'm perfectly fine smoking/eating my weed by myself, and reading/writing or listening to/creating music. if you want in on that little circle of existence, then we can chill, but just to play video games... i'll beat you sober.
this is long. and pointless. and i really just wanted to say that i want to DO something. i need my music recording program back. i've got ideas a cookin', i'm ready to get back on the horse.
this shitsssss... gonna be diffffrentttt... yea yea yea... this shitttttssss... gonna be siiiiiiiiickkkk... like a kid with the hivvvvvvvvv...
ya ya ya ya ya.
that's who i feel like today.