Hey, everyone. I'm wicked baked right now, and I figured that I'd share some of my writings (while stoned off my ass) with you. What I do is when I toke alone, I get really, really high. And I shut out all the lights, put on some trippy music, open notepad, shut the monitor off so im in complete darkness, and just write whatever comes to my mind. It's really fun, and it's great to read them again later on, sober. I also name them weird things, so ill include the titles too. I know it's alot to read, and all it is is stoner ramblings. But someone might like it. ----------- title: soberer than drunk note: this is my personal favorite burting out into this new brave new world, they fill the streets with their strange presense which is errily welcomng adn pleasing according to the gerne ral piublic, that is. im sleeping so don twake me because im tired of not dreaming of fluttering hearts gother as one and last night it was said that nothing would be doootoo confusings. your feelings are mine, too and i feel the same pain that you do. and though it may not seem to be what our eyes see is decieving so a careful eye you bring. falling and tripiing over my words in this jungle of mass murderers and even in our htoughts and dreams they can still get us if we dont let them. what? what the fuck did i just say? this is strange because i feel new again. like i left the factory not an hour ago prisiene and clean and ready for anything. i was a fool and im sorry. i assumed not enough. so goodnight one last time i say to you im tired. no words can say how i feel this day what day is it? that's my point, frank. who is grank? grank? i no not of this franl your speak of. go to the docotrs, oney, he won't hur tyou i promise. and even if he does, he's a doctor too, so he'll be able to make you feel better again!!! i love you mommy slut. eyes open interjexrt here, interrupt me go ahead, i like it. but just remember that you're still number one(!) on my list. yeah, you know. my list. you die now. monkeys dancing! oh, yay! poop. there are simpky no words that come to my attention tha tcan describe what i want to fescribe, how i feel. ill try. make do with this, as this is the best interpretation of it.: jdiiidksalke ieiajlk llk sdidn lih 'IHOIHoinoknOINLNONLNLNOINonoinLKNNOInlknalkdnflkne there, so that's dont. i like it. goodbye! its like we're alone and no one told us so. so alone that we couldn't figure it out for ourselves. o hope io spelled this right. sstop trip. stop!1 (screetching wheels, silence. are you alive?( eyes open into this, what it has become. drw. gppdngojt 11j3lkjfljkhf..,mfawewfatedvgvgtbgfb hnmn,.t that one, folks, we just experienced some slight sucidal tendencies. but don't worry, he's not serious about it this time. just like all the other times, righ tlittl etimmy? are you a bononono are you a robot timmy? is that why your hands light up green? and you r fingered movements on the board with maynme keys seem so sooooososooso soarraticccccccccccxx and \t not really\t thereerererere? not really there. am i emo yet, chump? comion old cumpt!!1 here's a train of thought for you all? there are monay maomy emu in this area, so we must be carefuil not to distrube them. they become wiote fviolent if you distrube theyir natrual habitat. who wouldn't? rememeb,er kids? when we went to capture the.. tehy... theee....... world ends. eyu are still open, you know. im watching my hands and right now my hadns are robotic in front mof me. my hand movements are very very sparratic, and not human like at all. i wonder if im emiting positronic energy? that'd be cool only data can, though.a dn :r. that eveil clone bastard?!!! why do they subways go underground? woulnd't it had cost much less if they.. wait, f wthydsf.ds.fksak sharks! two lovers, intertwined within my mind, it's a pleasant dream i have every now and then better than those of suicide. i love those ones! the ones where i die inside because the lyrics are too true and when their not heard by you that is when i get so blue. i love walking in the rain, because no one can see what im crying. why do we cry? im not too sure. what is it about the release of salty lubricatives crom your eyes and a shortness of breath, and uncontrolable sobbing? iwas tha a sentence even? what? was that? i may neer know. how do all those things express such an emotion? what IS crying? do you think of the physical aspect when you think of crying? just the sobbing, leaking of lubricative substances, and snuffles? is that what you think of when you think of crying? because that's nt what it is, you know.. .i.i iiiiguuuaaaanaa! on my touche?!!?!?1 yay! hoorah crying is very deep emotion. i needed another 'a' in that senttence, but that's okay. i dont even remember aht it was! wow, i'm fuckign stoned! im gonn aog to bed and draw pictured! tooowijhlfskjfouenajn i miss you so much and i \tlove \tyou \tall because you all .. i dont know. you are beautiful, you rlif is beautiful. i love you. goodnight, cleaveland! skeet. oul! *shot( quack! and the duck fell asleep, children. and he never, ever woke up. eveeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreerrerre the endendendethe endendend theend edn edn the ennnnnnnnnnd thhh\thh\te..xxx.x. endddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd poofles, ------------------------------------- title:soeere than drunk take two jhjhkjhjh okay, ready? go...but what shoudl iu say? does it even matter at all? does it? tell me. does anybody any7nonon ooo wrong wrong wrong does anybody know what im saying? does anyon ereally listen? anmd more importantly, lylly, do they ccccaree? i often feelik feel like no no one really cares abiout me, 'she said to the man. he nodded, and said go on...' very profeeionsly, like, you know. professionally. tell me about your mother so stereotypical. so so so. heart boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo i feel bloated. like im goin gto stehow up. this sucks! total downer.. damn. im really sad now. im gonna go to bed. g ood night, everyboyd?1!! -------------------------------------------- title: surgery of a thc ridden brain cortex ahhh, the good old control pad. io bacccl! ,m bacl!!!i, baccck!!!! sp upir [pomt jas beemn [rppved. amd fpr sp wjat? it doenst matter who the presidnet is, people!! dont you realie this? realixe thisss? why?! we're all just goiing to die one day!! you hear me? you're going to die, and i m going to die and everyone is going to die one day!! so why not doi yourselves a favor? why not? do this: pretend that anyday is tomorrow. your going to die tomorrow. live as if it were true. but also live as if you goerhejrhefjehrjehfjfehjndadasf,,,....., lean back and wwat ;eam bacl amd watcj mpw my head just fell off! shit, this si some goo ass weed! woooah, aaaahhooohhhhaoooahahhaoahahhooaoeeee! im having spasms! woash!@ goodbye again! ------------------------------------ title: the terminal bitch note: this was after blazing with my friend tim and calling the automated machine at the movies to find out movie times. i was supposed to be writing them down, but got carried away in some parts. my second best. yes. kingston, massachusetts. find a theatre independence mall four..teen. are you a dumb bitch? just-- ah-- the terminal \tfriday, today \twhat time? \tnine thirty \tnine fifteen, go back... dodgeball \tclose enough, go back... start \t\t\tover yes \t\tyes dodgeball a true underdog story, hehe that one.. yes! hehe friday, today \ttoday that's enough. ----------------------------------------- title: fucking microphones psssh, is this thing on? okay ? ijayhsdfkjhas f ikay, here we goo flisten city lights oveocer calm, open waters. twinkle as you glow. flow ... ffffkfkfkkkfkkfkkf fkfff flowww? woah, i got a little dizzy there for a second. the robots are takig over and we cannot stop them by any means. why not, daddy? why cant the bad machines go away? because your mother i sa lying cheating whorebag! the deadbeat dad yells over his hsoulder at his adolecvent and unintelligent daughter. poor.. pooorrr.. ppooooooooooooooooooooooooooorrr her. poor fucking me! i dont care. erase that last th little tidbit, i hate it. fuck you and go away! leave me alongE! why am i so angry?! there's nothing but peace within me, i dont get it. causght myself that time around, woo. fuck this game, man. fuck you. im going ot ed. ps.Lim ainxwewly aoeey do rhw fumpy ness today! i dontk ow what's gotteninto me. i am ashamed. caio! ---------------------------------------- title: mexican taco dog woooooaaahh the the hiker cried out into the still night air as he teetered on the edge of an un blievably steep cliff he had just s;itpped slipped ooff off of just momnets before. Luclily for him, he caught himself by the root of a tree. even though there were nnnnnnnnnnnnoooo nnnonnono trees nearby. such lies! why do we feed such afvolavative and suchas images into the minds of our children???/ ..psh, like i really care ! im going bling! blind! bllliinndd! or so it sems, slipping off slowly into my next big dream one of happines and artificiality of it all. everyrthing fake and synthetic materials, poilycarbonate boots and mandatory hairlessness. i can se it now, if only.. .. oif noly you o could see me now. see your way out into the cold! brrrr, it's chilly! but thats okay, i gotta go way down way waywaywaaaayyyy dooowwwn to to otooowaaaay dowwwwn tooooooomemem me mememmeeeeefjlkdsjfljksdklf.,...////..,,.,,.<>,,....... .. . \t\t\t\tmexico ------------------------------------------------- title: residence slowly open and awaken in to this.. into this new ocean of wonder. today is a new day, and thus a new chance at doing things right. be born again, but in your own way. open skies above me are getting to affect me, beginning to affect me. my heart has holes far to big to fill with artificial emotions from some stupid pill. no, these wounds are deeper than that, cannot heal with tim, bit t dpes not matter, so worry not! vecause your doing to expire going to expire sogin to exxxxxxxxxxxpppppiiiiirrrreeeeeeeeeeee like me and you one day, one day could be tomorrow so live for the moment, live for the now and dont let them bring you down down down some people just cannot see things like this, like you do but worry not, because you'll all make it through. somehow, some how we'll all make it through. ))))))))stop stop stop stops topsotpostposptospotps s t o p this is a new one closer, closer and closer i come to the conclusions about my sad neural delutions from the traquil rain to the'w wat war ' in falluja, i come to you to being this message of hope; just dont forget that you, you matter most. and again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#$@#$@#$@#$@#$ smething new arrieves in orchestrated, ornimatedd perfectly formed lines of men who all think all the same and whose lives will never be the same, all the people who have served and died for nothing now where do you reside? in hell orheaven, attain nirvana or not it doesnt matter. what was my point? stoner heere! imn not here... \t\tthis isn't happening hapeppening gappening... not here not here not here no there not here not hereererereeee ---------------------------------------------- title: woahheyeveryone note: i was gonna post this tonight, but for some reason i didnt, so here it is. woah. hey, everyone. i haven't been on here in a few days, mainly because i haven't been smoking. but ill explain that later.. but right now i'm wicked baked! like woah, not smoking for a week and then blazing a roach out of my bong is fucking great!! anyways! i keep looksing my train of thought. this is just me babbeling, but i wasn't sure where to put it, so ill try to make it philospphical. but please, ignore any typos. im high as fuck, have my eyes closed, and am tripping out to some music. so deal. w here we go, again! woah, it's liek we're flying, man! looking at the sky and watching the clouds nevermind. i choked there, i always do. whther it be on food, air, or whatever. i always choke, especially when i speak. i can never get out the important things, liek this. this is important, isn't it, doc? the man asked the man sitting in the chair beside his couch, nodding and provided the occasional 'uh-huh' that it took to convince the patient that he was acctually paying good money for a reason. idiot. but anyways, forge tthat. what? wow. manj, i have no idea what i just said, any of it. i dont think writing is a good one. ill go ahead and try to find some other output for my creativity. biao! --------------------------------------- Well, there you have it. Hope you had fun.
heh.. i just read all that.. i kinda want to try that one time actually and see what i come up with. you acutally had some good parts in there lol.. like actually poetry haha the other parts were funny though
well i actually rambled on about anything i could think off.. well actually i wasn't really thinking of anything.. it just came out. Its kinda sad though as im a lil down right now but here goes.. Where are all the answers? Should I even be looking for one? Should I find happiness or let happiness find me? Life is all about experiencing, you should experience life too the fullest and not once stop and think otherwise. I believe there are two ways to do that. In today's society, when you are in this fake 'prison' of whats mainstream, whats normal and whats hot, and when you are actually part of this, you experience life. Not to say that you don't have ups and downs. This is when your downs are still mainstream, and in all is still experiencing. The second way to experience life is when your in the 'prison' and you escape to see all the beauty in life. Thats when you can truly experience life. The only thing thats wrong is when it takes depression for you to escape the prison. Then when you escape you realize and see the downside to being free, unpluged from "reality". Then life seems complicated, confusing and i could use tonnes of other words too describe it. I don't know what to do. This is too much for me. I don't even know what happened in the last 2 years, its all such a blurr. Love is fucking with me too, i can't even describe it. Its like i want to get over her but she keeps coming back into my mind... i wonder if its the same for her? I wonder how her life is.. and how she see's things. Why do i dream of problems? I don't want problems.. i just want to be happy? But why is that so hard. At least this is a way of expressing my ideads. Im not even going to look at what im writting rite now. Im just going to let my ideas flow. What do i do next? i've been searching for th longest time. I think its time i searched inside of myself and experience life. I should enojoy the holidays with my family and have a good christmas. After that get a job and then explore myself, see what im capable of and push foward. Thats my goal right now, and thats the only thing i could think off doing. Ill do good in school, which i always knew was a very, very easy thing to do. I just never payed a ttension to it. I keep thinking its pointless and what im learning isn't fun, or exciting. It might bot be but its something i have to do to advance in thiis corrupt society. Why is this socitr corrupt? why can't we unite and live happily. Because the big man with the business suit is already having fun. While most people on earth suffer. Why are we suffering so much?? I wish i could some way stop all sufering. No one deserves it. noone needs to be sad.. depressed, sick, of physically disabled. But maybe we do because we need to grow. And if we need to grow shouldn't we be growing for something?? maybe something out there, OR in here exists. My spirit, soul.. maybe i am the soul talking right now. Although im not verbaly saying anything i am still comunicating. expressing myself in an easier way. I could never continuasly say this in the 'real' world. Why do i always feel pressured to be someone im not in the real world! I can't even stop it.. its like i have no power over it. I have to stop it.. ill make it one of my goals to over come societies programing. I want to be free... but then again i can always ask the question.. what is freedom? is it freedom of the mind? soul? what is it? I don't know.. i can't answer all these questions.. maybe they will never be answered or maybe ill learn it when my time comes. Where will this life take me? this neverending road of pain, hurt, love, light and happiness. Its like one huge emotion ball spinning round and round. Maybe this is how its suppose to be. I think i need to go to sleep.. its getting late and im pretty tired. I hope I dream happy thoughts, or dream of the girls i love. that would be nice.. and maybe tomorow ill get a call for a job. and if i don't i won't give up.. ill just go out and look for another one. I really need to tell her i don't like her cause she keeps calling me. wow, i never knew all this would come out.. but im not writting this for anyone, or am i writting it for myself? enough with the questions. i want to dream of a better tomorow and hopefully my dream will come true. i haven't even read it yet lol.. have fun
wow. those are all really cool. this is only my opinion but i think that when your stoned all the things inside of you just come out and its like you cant feel anything but what you are thinking about. i dont know. but keep writing...typing...whatever ya'll. i know i will.