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Dec 13, 2004 00:11

      marijuana is lovebrought to you by the isLove Generator

love means nothing when it is nowhere to be found.
nothing but headaches and stress and my brain suddenly forgetting how to function.
perhaps that is actually due to exams... no. definitely the lack of love that is marijuana, apparently.

i do love love.
and i do love you. you all. yall. it's a southern thang. like your mom.

i think good old jack. kerouac. put it best:
"...going to college by acquainting me with all the mad elements of life, such as the sensibilities, books, art, histories of madness, and fashions, has not only made it impossible for me to learn simple tricks of how to earn a living but has deprived me of my one-time innocent belief in my own thoughts that used to make me handle my own destiny. So now I sit and stew in a sophistication which has taken hold of me just exactly like a disease and makes me lie around like a bum all day long and stay up all night goofing with myself."
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