Smoking weed when I first started helped save my life. Im all for decriminalizing marijuana, ESPECIALLY for all of the other wonderful products it can produce. But I would most likely have killed or severely maimed myself if it weren’t for smoking pot, and hell, I had a blast!
I am on a health quest and a learning journey to find myself at my greatest and most pure ( well more so than I have been. One cannot see the pure raw self… Things are not so still or understandable.)
Weed is a great thing but I have been misusing it. Trying to stay in my silent apathy. And that’s shite intelligence! Anything can be used for good or bad.
And on another note, I feel very proud of myself and more clear but not smoking weed… Im very angry all the time and I’ve hurt myself and others and my walls and punched out my mini DVD player screen because we just Fucking had to start skies over like five times to re watch the first Fucking five seconds and freaked out over ordering a pizza instead of going our to eat… I’m a wreck. Pot is wonderful. But hiding your problems is not.
|The wind is tornadoing my ninety degree room. I feel the chems. Being fizzled into my body.|
|Throat sore & raspy.|
|It's increasingly windy and warm.|
|& there will be no more internet and all these thoughts will be forgotten.|
|And all our lives, forgotten.|
|And all this pain... Sent out into the atmosphere.|
|All this love dissipates to the ethos.|
|And all of this power evaporates.|
|And all this effort.... What of that?|
|What will become of me?|
|Where will we go?|
|Will it cease to inflict agony on the heart and soul?|
|Will it incist on lingering in the space time around what was this planet?|