howdee
good day so far. Long morning. Chilled w/ lane, sparked up under no no's house, and now im feeling tuned out. Its useful, kind of brings u down to earth. Kind of like what my idol, Bill Hicks, said.
"They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you're high, you can do everything you normally do just as well ... you just realize that it's not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference."
what IS worth the effort rite now is writing a fucking poem. I thought of this one right after i smoked.
Eyes open
and the lights blinding with excitement.
Flying really fast
surrounded by strangers
with blue masks.
"Doctor, he just collapsed"
is what I remember last.
Then we zoom past
a corpse shaking on the floor,
but before i could make out more
the bed hit another door.
I snap back from a conscious standby,
"where the fuck am I?"
"sir, we thought you died".
A nighmare
taking a stretcher for a joyride.
I stop
and jump quickly
to get off the hell ride
but the blue masked bastards
wont let me leave my mind.
Worse that an ether binge
in the desert at night.
Hunter S. Thompson
I bet you know what i'm talking about
right?
Then I see the other patients
the faces of all my friends
no
my brothers in my life
the wack jobs society doesnt like.
Theres number one
the insecure sociopath
who'd spit on his mom
cuz he doesn't give a crap.
Number two
the one who
blew to many chances in his own fight.
Tried to find someone right,
or the end his own night
but his intentions are always kind.
Number three
my dear friend
who didn't deserve to wreck himself
away from chances that he deserved,
or nerves to give him back his will.
Number four
whose stupid and horrbile luck
gets him stuck every day
and loosens his faith in trust.
Number five
the rider who paves his own road
or shows no sign of compassion
to avoid getting broken.
Whose rationality is the token
to why he's in this place.
The hospital looks full,
but outside not a soul.
There must be something wrong with people
who dont conform to the whole.
It IS easier to skip life.
Maybe experience feels better sold.
But they're delisional if they live life
by what they're told.
"They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you're high, you can do everything you normally do just as well ... you just realize that it's not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference."
what IS worth the effort rite now is writing a fucking poem. I thought of this one right after i smoked.
Eyes open
and the lights blinding with excitement.
Flying really fast
surrounded by strangers
with blue masks.
"Doctor, he just collapsed"
is what I remember last.
Then we zoom past
a corpse shaking on the floor,
but before i could make out more
the bed hit another door.
I snap back from a conscious standby,
"where the fuck am I?"
"sir, we thought you died".
A nighmare
taking a stretcher for a joyride.
I stop
and jump quickly
to get off the hell ride
but the blue masked bastards
wont let me leave my mind.
Worse that an ether binge
in the desert at night.
Hunter S. Thompson
I bet you know what i'm talking about
right?
Then I see the other patients
the faces of all my friends
no
my brothers in my life
the wack jobs society doesnt like.
Theres number one
the insecure sociopath
who'd spit on his mom
cuz he doesn't give a crap.
Number two
the one who
blew to many chances in his own fight.
Tried to find someone right,
or the end his own night
but his intentions are always kind.
Number three
my dear friend
who didn't deserve to wreck himself
away from chances that he deserved,
or nerves to give him back his will.
Number four
whose stupid and horrbile luck
gets him stuck every day
and loosens his faith in trust.
Number five
the rider who paves his own road
or shows no sign of compassion
to avoid getting broken.
Whose rationality is the token
to why he's in this place.
The hospital looks full,
but outside not a soul.
There must be something wrong with people
who dont conform to the whole.
It IS easier to skip life.
Maybe experience feels better sold.
But they're delisional if they live life
by what they're told.