And everyone thinks you can’t, I know that they do.
I enjoyed typing more on Alcohol, I tend to feel “stifled”.
And that’s a drag.
But at the root of everything is fuck you and I can’t forget it,
Can’t let yourself forget it.
Why?
Because fuck you.
Who?
Fuck you
How?
However I want.
No challenges and pot is no good for typing.Just doesn’t do it, can;t hit that stride and everything feels staccato.
That came with age.
Either I changed, or this pot changed,,
(Or both)
I like just a little, two puffs or so, it’s better. Lite. Just a little calmer and a little more “background”
I fuckin hate biochemistry.
I hate that everything is connected like it is .
I’m not stupid.
I know that it’s all connected.
I know that it all happens in the brain.
On one hand, that’s not magic.
On the other hand?
That’s incredible magic.
What activity is encouraged and why, the coping with genetic foundations and susceptibilities .
Everything happens within that vehicle.
But environment and nurture,
The truly external .
Waves coming in at your face from sources beyond your eyeballs.
All in the brain.
All in that soup you have.
That weirdo cauldron sitting on your big dumb shoulders.
–
(Fuckin hate the brain sometimes)
You and me both
A Pain in the ass.
But…
Eh fuck….
You can’t pour stuff on it forever.
(Even if it makes your hobbies better?)
Hobbies.
You said it.
Hobbies.
Downtime.
Recreation .
(If you love your work, you’ll never work a day in your life)
And if you trust your instincts you’ll be shitting in a bucket under a bridge someday.
Or getting ass raped in prison.
Hobbies mother fucker
(Hobbies)
You’re going to drive me to drink, I swear to christ.
I had more fun typing.
It was loose.
(Lil bitch)
I’m only going to beat it so I can piss YOU off.
I have to have an enemy.
Have to.
(Lil bitch…)
I wanted to talk about rain and sun and treees and shit, then you go poppin off at the mouth, talkin that BUllshit.Posted up on front street,,chewin the fat…
Motherfuckers.
God damn motherfuckers.
(Pot’s great)
Nah fuck this bullshit too.
Nothing makes me happy.
ANd I can’t sleep anymore.
I slept enough.
Promise.
(Lil bitch)
Grrr…
I’ve got it!
(Hepatitis?)
No asshole,, I’ve got it,, in my mind. Everything is gonna be great.
I’m gonna make You my enemy.
You’ll be my bully, that’s exactly what I need, i need you to cut me down…
(Where do you wanna start?)
Dealers choice.
(Turn off the camera…)
dawn 