[JoeyFyed]

Concrete Weed


Pothead, Stoner, Weed head, I am all of the above and much much more.
But society insists on destabilizing our name for it's own gain with seductive claims that weed rots our brain leading to an inability to retain information that was just explained furthering the perpetual synonym of our lives going down a drain just because we choose to abstain from the everyday routine that makes life so mundane but my response is, it's BETTER than sticking fucking needles in my veins or even giving two thoughts towards the marriage of Jennifer and Brad
Because I am worthless you see, I let others define me or so the commercials but I disagree
This conformity that everyone speaks of, and this idea of my tainted individuality that is held above my head like a halo above an angel and uttered from lips of people with self directed angles is really starting to fucking piss me off.
Commercials are saying I'm no longer an individual when I inhale cuz my peers like to get high as well, portraying me and my fellow smokers as dolls on commercials where people dress us up and down in gowns with abilities to turn our smiles into frowns and ending the skit with a slogan like "be above the influence" and I take that to offense someone claiming my mind is without sense, it's my pockets that are without cents from buying bud but my mind is an open bank never short on the bills and never needing to borrow because I'm smarter than the average kat and I blazed a bowl yesterday today and will probably inhale tomorrow.
Shit, maybe I should develop a cool Pro-Weed commercial with a 17 year old boy walking into Abercrombie and Fitch, spending his parent's money like he's rich, and finishing with a pitch like "Why dress like a fag and look trendy, are you trying to look like a bitch?", cut, scene fades out with smoke crossing the screen words trickle down from the top saying "Define yourself buy a bong and smoke some weed"
Seriously though, people seem to believe that because I like to toke on weed that my mind is cluttered like the closet of a lonely 15 yr old whore who uses the slit between her legs to feel real freedom, but in reality my mind has been free since the first hit and I don't need to waste my time going to the liquor store finding my 40 oz of freedom because I'm already free, now doesnt that sound Sublime?
Smoking weed has allowed my mind to perceive ideas that would otherwise not be conceived freeing the soul from being naive and showing that even when you're holding your best hand of cards, life's always got an ace up her sleeve, and that's why she's a bitch.
Damn, you could be the most responsible kat in existence but when people find out you smoke weed, you're worthless. See we know what it's like to be judged, I'm sorry I mean misjudged. Stupid mother fuckers looking at people who smoke bud, NO matter how often, as pieces of shit better off being used for fertilizer on dead roots. Don't hate us because you're still trapped in a bubble like Barney Rubble never learning how to stay out of trouble
Because the point I'm trying to get across is simple, putting the pipe to your lips opens up your consciousness to what's around you creating clarity as to what was once misconstrued.
I myself have found clarity in smoke that does not haze my visions, but more or less creates a thick cloud that allows for what was once covering my eyes and brows to be plowed over like the ideas of the feeble who believe me shit, cuz I like to get high.
Full time student no breach of trust with fraudulent intent 45 hours of work a week are spent paying for everything I do and own except rent, get almost straight A's and I still blaze on rooftops so birds can experience a fade, but don't assume I smoke and toke a bowl each and everyday, even though I enjoy blazing I still have shit to handle on my plate and understand that for me to smoke I need to empty that plate cuz my life cant wait
This Marijuana, Ganja, ala bala boombasta whatever fucking name you wanna give it, I owe a lot of who I am to the greens that fill my bowls and the purities of the smoke that fills my lungs causing never ending coughs to pursue through my lips in order to remind me that DAMN, my body cant even handle the bliss of something so pure as smoke which acts as a cure to heal me from the daily advertisements and conformities that obscure my mind with intents to lure me away from who I am.
Media and Great America would love nothing than for me to wear some jeans from Abercrombie with a smile on my face and a pep in my walk wearing my brand new UGZ, cuz "YO DAWG", I just dripped 6 pounds of sweat off my fucking back to buy what a magazine and some TV ads said are the cool thing to put on my feet..."And you know what dawg", I feel good cuz the material on my feet is worth more than this months check that an illegal immigrant struggled 220 hours in 30 days for, only to send home to his wife and kids so they can look towards another 9 days of food and shelter...Damn I feel proud of myself.
Na, see I'm not like that and I'm too damn full of insight and way too much spite for the average kat that doesn't see what I see, which is our generation giving into conformity and only being a number or initial on the top of a page.
Anytime that I get annoyed with what I see, or second guess my second guesses the second that I start to guess who I be, I hit that weed and thought's flutter back into my mind reminding my inner pride that certain special ness about me, cuz I'm unique as fuck.
Ya, y'know what, I might wear a pair of pants that your friend has or a white shirt from Target that 50 million people have and we know that I'm talking about those 5 white-tees for 6 bucks kinda shit, but I guarantee that nobody wears their shit like me, even if it might look like the same outfit.
And that's what separates the majority of "normal above the influence" people from us, we just don't give a fuck. When I stand before you, why don't you take 5 minutes to find your way through the labyrinth that makes up my mind and then tell me, you found the way out? My brothers, sisters, and I are more insightful than a hundred Democrats and Republicans standing in a room bitching about what's good for the world.
Creative ideas and thoughts flourish through our minds and regardless of whether or not the person uses that creativity is one thing, but they do flourish like rivers, like oceans, and some like rhythmic meteors crashing into our domes making dents and impressions that normal people will marvel at for years to come.
And I say normal people because we are not normal, We are above the influence, and We are those with such unique creativity that people would soon just label us an outcast and go back to believing their own lies. Think about it, that drug commercial is telling YOU what the fuck to do, so you're the one giving into conformity not me. Wanna be a rebel? Smoke some weed cuz the only thing these commercials are telling us, is that we NEED to be above the influence and not smoke, so be above the influence and look closely around you: Look at how a fuckin magazine influences your wardrobe, and how Mapquest gives you the best route you need to go. And pay attention to the commercials that tell YOU to embrace being unique, but don't forget you have to purchase their product to achieve being unique which mean's another week of not going out, and being cheap.
Like I said I'm more insightful than the average mother fucker so let me say that the next time you wanna comment about how someone's dumb cuz they smoke weed, take heed cuz this was written by a stoned ass cracker named Kyle, that's me and I enjoy smoking weed and I want you to concede presumptuous thoughts and past verbal deeds that would question the words that I speak in order to heal your notions that would mislead the average man at light speeds and remember that I smoke, and you see about trying to write this better than me, cuz through my lungs currently flows the product of a seed handled with some special care that sprouted buds we call weed, and these words come off a pen filled with thoughts and feelings that I'd die for, but right now ill settle for the blood that flows from the pen that I so adore, cuz without my words, I wouldn't be able to express where my minds been before.