Sweet Juana

Being a druggie is hard. Thanks to the world, society and governments all over, people believe that we druggies just sit and do nothing. I beg to differ. We do more than sober people. Just that nobody sees it. 

Well sure if you actually sit down and compare our lives, you could come to the conclusion that sober people have more productive lives. But, let's step outside of norms for the time being. What does one mean by being productive? 

If you think being productive means fulfilling what the government says you must do to, to  be a law abiding and useful citizen, well, ummm..... slave much?

Well, I'm not calling you a blind minded fuck who believes you're not being a slave to the government, I'm just saying it could end up there if we are not careful. Just saying. But that's just my Anti-State Sentiments(ASS) bubbling to the surface. You are free to disregard it. 

I simply feel a government that is ok with this 

.....is well, upto something. Don't you think? No? Oh ok, maybe it's just me then. 

So where was I? Oh yes, druggie productivity. Hmm. Right. One second. Need to formulate this a little. 

We druggies are intellectual beings that create, destroy and recreate in the world of the Never. We come across brilliant ideas, innovations, discoveries, truths, and so much more. Though, before we can do something about it, you sober people attack us and we are forced to defend ourselves. In which time, that Train of Thought has left our mind space, and returned back to the world of the Never. Opportunity knocks only once, and we were too busy opening the door for you (sober people). Come on, sober people, cut us some slack will ya?

Do you even know how hard it is to cross a busy street when you are dead stoned, and when it is freaking dark? There are balls of light zooming at you from different directions, and you can't afford to panic and freak out and shit. You need to walk straight, in an orderly fashion, so as to not confuse the oncoming traffic into making stupid mistakes and causing a huge fucking "pile on" of a road accident. But it's possible. We do it on a daily basis. We carry a huge burden, and we carry it without you ever getting to know about it. 

Now, as I talk about being high, I would like to remove the-high-induced-by-C6H12O6 out of this, because...haha, when it comes to that area - it's every man for himself. Let's just leave that there. I have no control over what the fuck I do when I'm drunk. And that shit is legal. Government logic. I guess money really speaks to them, huh? But, I shouldn't be one to judge.

And Marijuana is illegal!? 

"Of course! That's wrong. Why would we openly start selling something that will put our buddies, the tobacco companies all over, in jeopardy? No no no no. No fucking way. I sentence this idiot to five years of imprisonment for disrupting peace, spreading harmful ideas, and challenging my sense of logic. Take him out of my sight." 

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Sorry, I got a little emotional there. Just my ASS acting up again. I should control it. The CIA might read this. (CIA, if you are reading this - I will NOT marry juana. I swear. I promise. I am against racism. You should be too. No no. Just saying.) 

So are you getting my drift here? Do you understand why it no longer pays to be the law abiding citizen anymore? (Actually when did it ever?) Anywhooo. I think I over used my Freedom of Expression Right. Should shut up. And give something sweet for the ears. 

May Juana bless the soul of Dick Dale & the Del-Tones for this song:

Miserlou By Dick Dale & the Del-Tones in the movie Pulp Fiction. 

Ramblin' Bamblin'

Alright, I think this blog of mine requires a little bit of revamping. The quality of posts has been a little on the downside.

But I guess I think I need to first come to terms with the fact that I am boring. Both to myself and other people. And I indulge myself a lot. A lot of the time.

Anyways, as I attempt to write the blog post, I find myself feeling empty. Unable to churn out anything for the moment. I guess I can't. Not that I usually churn out something all the time. Anyway, enough of self-retrospection.

I've been reading quite a few blog posts recently. Good blog posts. So good that I start to feel insecure about myself as I finish reading them. I wonder how are people so well informed all the time? Where do they find all this time to keep themselves informed? Maybe because they are not in their world inside their little heads like I am all the time. Maybe that should tell me something.

And a blog shouldn't be about me questions to myself.

Let's end on that note.

And this song:
El Salvador by Grand Funk Railroad