| i imagined things gone perfect
i saw you with no scars
myself never tied in knots triple or doubly
dodged every projectile that pierces in reality
while beautiful still, your eyes didn't shine quite the same
and my heart never pounded so hard as in life gone true |
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| i've got dreams to remember. |
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| on a lighter note, i wrote this in my journal on a drug once.
i'll leave it up to you to figure out which drug.
and i'm leaving it up to you to patch together what the fuck i'm talking about.
matter of fact, lemme holler at a revised edited and polished draft of this, because i'm gonna type it just like i scrawled it.
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Marijuana evolved to be awesome (or God made it that way)
Think about it. Plants propagate populate parmitate themselves by spreading their seeds.
some plants do this better by being toxic or poisonous and allowing their seeds to spread by functional design (eg-______ i forgot but like, cocaine is also evolved into awesome but only coca not coca-ine cos cocaine gets more and more awesome and doesn't get worse with high dosage- leading to: death. But more on that later...and poisonous plant that spreads seed without being eaten I guess I was talking about jimsonweed...but I can't remember how it spreads its seeds.
Anyway...pot spreads its seeds like a weed would, quickly taking over a large area, and often spreads its seeds through animal defecations. If you ever smoked pot you'd know better pot is picked before it makes seeds, because THC concentrations are higher then. And if you ever smoked pot (or especially eaten it) you'd know that in massive quantities THC can be a horrible experience, but in small to medium doses it is very enjoyable while still allowing you to function normally (if it weren't a crime to be stoned, leading you to paranoia when you smoke a joint before work; imagine the freedom of being comfortably high in public...) in your everyday life and oftentimes in out of the ordinary situations many potheads find themselves performing better when stoned (take jimi hendrix for example or like every professional skateboarder ever, or the many artists and creative minds who toke up before every painting session.)
Now imagine life without the protection of the modern world.
you are primitive man or a deer. There's shit trying to eat you everywhere. You're walking through a patch of wood. Something skunky but herbally aromatic catches your attention.
you look and see a tall plant with brightly colored green buds on it. *here is a small drawing of a pot plant* and palmate leaves. you're pretty hungry...as it's early october and you've not had much fruit in weeks and berries haven't started growing yet. (cannabis buds in september)
you dig in, noticing the buds taste pretty good.
two hours later you're laying in a field and you don't know why.
a bear comes out of the woods and eats you. you got too stoned because you ate the weed before it produced seeds. you might've lived if the bear believed you when you played dead.
But fast forward to early november, when the seeds are developed and ready to be moved to their new germinate-for-the-winter-grow-in-the-spring spot. you're also the human (did I forget to mention you're a deer earlier?)
and you've started to enjoy adding herbs found in the woods with the october rabbits you catch and stew with no salt or other seasonings. so far you've enjoyed rosemary and mint a whole lot and they both smelled strongly when you walked by them. you just killed 5 rabbits with rocks and you're heading back to your woman who is pregnant with your child.
you notice the same patch of cannabis the deer ate from in october. it smells much more earthy and herbal now, but still very strong. you pick some of the bigger buds and the attached leaves and keep heading home.
when you get home its like this, but in caveman speak: Hi, honey, i killed us some rabbits and found a new herb to try in our stew/ awesome babe, i've worked up a killer fire, lets skin those rabbits and get the dinner cooking/ and then when you drop weed in the stew or over the open fire even, you get kinda high off the steam, and you're like, whoa this is cool, and then you finish cooking and your stewed cannabis rabbit tastes fucking awesome and your cavewife thinks so too.
then when the high from eating the weed with the rabbit kicks in you get very stoned, but not overwhelmingly so, because you only ate a bunch of swag ass post that was full of seeds and stems and shit. then you write a song about cannapfeffer and your cavewife swears she's never loved you more because your song communicated everything she ever felt about life. Then a bear jumps out of a bush but nuh-uh fool you're super stoned spidey senses tingled just in time and BAM! you bust that son of a bitch right between the eyes with a hot rock from your sling. he runs and tells his friends.
cavewife says she's never seen anything hotter than your raw masculinity. you decide to paint a picture of the scene on some rocks nearby. The idea never dawned on your before you at your weedrabbit. caveman and cavewife finish their painting and commend each other on their fine artwork.
cavewoman says just looking at the painting's reenactment of the bear fight gets her wet. "Fuck me, cavestud" she says, and you comply, getting the best sex of your life----now i guess she shouldn't be pregnant to begin with for this part----
you wake up the next morning feeling great, well rested and happy.
But for some reason you've gotta take a huge shit. so you run off to your latrine and drop a deuce of cannabis seed laden fertilizer into a neat little hole, where it can germinate all winter long.
oh and you knocked up cavewife. your son is due in august. congrats.
See----
weed is the shit in small doses, and it gets you in trouble in high doses, but doesn't kill you by poisoning you, just by making you fuck up.
But in low doses it makes food taste better, makes bears scared of you, makes it easier to be creative (creativity!) gets you laid, and helps you populate the earth.
weed evolved into awesome.
or God made it awesome, if you're more easily swayed by that.
Now legalize it, bears don't eat people anymore.
drunk drivers do.
mother fucker.
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yeah...i can't believe it either.
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| i really don't know what the fuck i'm doing anymore. |
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| i'm faring poorly in 2009.
too much lost and too little gained for it only being april. |
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