hey guys i just packed my bong with snow instead of ice or water. fucking great man, i took some pics for you guys, sorry but my camera is really sucky!
( pics! )

what is real life? i try to sort through the past 16 months of my life. i drive past the blue duplex on bass street that has now been foreclosed. 201 and 203. the living environment was unbearable on walker woods drive. the move was spur of the moment but not really. on the verge of the ghetto but not quite the ghetto. it was quiet. i worked 3pm-11pm, 11am-11pm, 3pm-3am. i never saw anything or anyone. i lived in a concrete warehouse that reeked of chemicals and dust laden corners. i broke the mold. exploded from it really. i turned abruptly on my heels and went on. i lived during the day. i watched my neighborhood unfold while only partially interacting. then he came along. he came out of the blue, he came right out of prison. 5 years for drug-trafficking, possession with intent to distribute, intent, possession, drug-trafficking. at least he didn't rape or kill anyone...right? wrong. that doesn't make him any less malicious. it's just in a more underhanded and sneaky way. i stare at the old blue duplex. what is real life? not this day to day life just trying to get by. the life i had there, in that duplex, with him. feeling every nook and cranny of emotion that would be let in. feeling, seeing, being. being with him in a world wrapped in a love tainted from the get go. i can't tear my eyes from my old home. it all plays like a movie before my eyes. i encounter every emotion endured and then some. from beginning to end only missing a frame or two that's too damaged to hold. why is it so hard to get over him? not get over him, per se, more like past him. temptation is a bitch that's nagging in the back of my head. i never experienced adamant unwanting to let go of the end. but i have to, i simply must. this so-called pseudo love is unjustifiable to even me deep within. more harm than good. not good really, just foul. foul play on the fool hearted. and i am the fool who threw out the two of diamonds too soon. i tear my eyes away and move on. this is real life. feeling is the only thing left that's real.

So, I'm home for about two weeks visiting the family. Amazing-- interesting point here though I won't be smoking for about these two weeks. Now, I know I can get the delicious herb but I mean hey no time to really smoke it I'll be with my family. And, as they don't mind it's just out of mutual respect that I don't smoke around them-- you know? And of course I could find time but it's nice to take a break every once in a while, don't you think? I mean I smoke every day, so being sober is kind of a trip in itself. It's crazy! Very interesting, good learning time. And I will be doubly doubly high when I do smoke after two weeks. Just lovely!

Anyone else experiencing such a thing?
(haha if not, happy toking :))

Woooh. Snow and lots of it! Hopefully I have off on Monday, giving me another day to work on shit.

Been listening to some new music lately: PIL (Public Image Limited), Cinematic Orchestra, Future Islands, Weekends, Tomahawk, Black Keys)

Last weekend I planned to go to Floristree again at the H&H building for a matinee show. (I thought that since each band was playing two sets that it would last til late but such was not the case. Bounding up the stairs, I reach the sixth floor to discover the venue was mostly empty. Mike and Jaime were there and we talked for a little while.

Maura, Val, Tyler H, Julia, Brady, Colin were sitting there talking. They were quite suprised to see me espcially since it was over by the time I arrived. I was late because I ended up doing homework and studying for things before leaving.

I ended up joining them for dinner at the Catonsville Double T diner. (Funny how many of my friends live all the way out there in Catonsville.) We had a nice diner there and the jukebox machine in our booth had like 17 credits in it already so we spent the credits.

Spent most of my holiday money on video games. I bought GTA: Tales from Liberty City and a mecha game for the PS2 "Front Mission 4" which I had rented before and had liked.

On friday after finishing classes I randomly called up Claire T to hang out. We met at Barnes and Noble and were orginally going to see a movie but decided not to since we couldn't agree on anything.

We went next door to the corner store or as some of us call it "Jimmy's" since the owner is a real character. He hits on a lot of the female customers but is always very friendly and sometimes will haggle; not to mention he sells ciggs and bowls and hookah without checking ID.

Two girls walk in and one of them turns out to be a friend of Claire's. The one she knew was named Ashlyn I think? She was mid height and had blue and black hair. Piereced. Lots of mascara and eyeliner. Turns out she's still in middle school too...They were in there to buy a bong, so Claire and I asked if we could join them for a smoke and they agreed.

I took them to Elevation Underground just to show them. Had a conversation with the owner about Clutch again and about how much Sublime hates Badfish. No dogs this time to intimidate me.

As we were walking to the Medix building, Ashlyn was talking about her family. Seems her mothers boyfriend is a meth addict and she didn't seem all that down about it. She also stated that she was going to be living with someone else for a while but seemed ok about that too. It's weird how different people live there lives....

Now in Baltimore, there was a winter storm warning in effect for that day but it didn't seem to be getting colder so I wasn't worried. We took the elevator to the top of the medix building parking garage and set up camp in a corner. I think the cold had taken its toll on my lungs because the bong hit made me caugh more then usual. I was done after that and waited for a signil to leave from Claire. Seems Ashlyn wasn't ready to go and kept trying to get us to smoke more.

Claire and I kind of ran off; perhaps she was just freaked out or something I'm not sure I was too out of it to take notice.

We went to Barnes and Noble and tried to get warm. (Still no snow but getting colder.)

Ended up at the mall which was packed! (It was like the threat of a snow storm had made everyone go crazy and want to go shopping)

Claire and I sat down in a random corner and tried to sober up all the while trying to not look sketch with all these people around. (Also a lot of cops around....)

I am high. Yay or Nay?

Well, after eating dinner tonight, I called my friend, who told me earlier in the day he was getting Trainwreck, to smoke me out to sample it. He didn't have a problem with that. The main problem was all the rain that was pouring for like 6 hours. As a result, fucking most of the streets of Miami were flooded. I got to my friends house, parked, and waited for him to get in the car so we can hotbox. He gets in the car, and I tried starting the car to move to another spot to hotbox, but my car didn't start. Ironically, the owner of the parking spot I was in got there and knocked on my window. I roll down my window to speak to him, and he is telling me to move my car because it is his parking spot. Plus, he told me this with the rudest attitude. I explained to him my car was dead, and he continued arguing with me, telling me to get out and push my car from his spot. I immediately snapped on this fucker and told his ass to chill and park somewhere else. There was a fucking parking spot right next to me. Inconsiderate asshole. He kept arguing a little more then finally left and parked somewhere else.

My friend and I smoked about 3-4 bowls of Trainwreck, and I had to wait it out for a few hours, too. A man, who lived in my friends complex, heard me continuously attempt to start my car and helped me by jump-starting my car.

There are fucking assholes in this world and there are helpful nice people. Awesome, I experienced them both pretty well tonight.

Peace

its not a good idea to take photos after a wake n bake... HAHA!



anyway, hope yal are stayin high. hope to be getting some deelish has soon but we shall see... not happy about the price but its apparently dank shit and ive never tried it so i dont give a fuck if i can afford it im buying it haha. unfortunately though it will not be enough to share extensively... so i havn't told any friends its on its way. im having trouble keeping my mouth shut b/c im fucking syked but how do u tell someone, "oh im getting some dank hash but not enough to share, and my friend doesn't have any to share with you either..." you just dont. so whatever... im just syked to hot knife something hahahaa... such an addict!

wtfever peace!

Hey guys I wrote this for my English491 course-- environment and culture literature. We were allowed to do a creative piece in place of a research paper, ha so being the laze that I am I wrote a creative piece inspired by all of the texts we read in class. I'm posting this for anyone who is high and bored and looking for a short read. Also, please post your own stories! I would love to read them! The title is "A New Millennia"

The year is 2009. A mutation between corn and pesticides has created the Zea Mays virus and it infects planet earth. Zea mays runs rampant all over the globe. This virus takes on a (so far) unknown process in the brain—it causes the infected to think and act irrationally. Zea Mays is airborn and highly contagious. Every country is in complete chaos due to its effects, and anarchy floods the streets. The irrationality is growing and nobody agrees on anything—the words “You are crazy” poor from every mouth. Every individual flees from any responsibility; governments are abandoned, churches are abandoned, homes are abandoned. A dark cloud sets on mother earth. Everyone and everything is infected.
~~~
“Where am I? What am I? Who am I” Jasmine Christopher (nicknamed JC), age 21, sits in a whirl filled with disorientation and puzzlement. She can’t seem to keep her thoughts straight, nothing is as it seems and everything is mixed up. Her mind is floating away from her every second and the world around her is constantly shifting. She thinks, “Time? It moves forward, or backward, sideways maybe?… but what does all that mean anyway?” At first she just thought herself insane, but now her irrationality has morphed into a state of complete confusion.

Zea Mays has mutated again! The irrationality effect melts into paranoia and disarray. People forget how to function. Starvation conquers a huge amount of the population. Language disintegrates and people mutter mere noises.

JC runs wildly and panic-stricken into the neighboring woods, screaming un-decipherable sounds. “AAA jooiieeee, bah ooee!!!” JC’s body, weakened by the virus, cannot run for long and soon she collapses down onto the soil. Her mind can’t make sense of anything as all her thoughts are crashing into each other at speeds faster than light! But then, as quick as it came the virus leaves. The insanity comes to a halting screech as her eyes fall upon a plant surrounded by a golden glow. And, as if by divine guidance, she gets up and quickly runs to the plant. “Eat it,” plays over and over again in her mind. “I suppose if I must,” thinks JC as she picks a piece of the plant and eats it.
Over half the population (of humans, animals, and plants alike) has fallen deathly ill. The world lies wrapped in silence.

Quickly after eating the plant, JC’s mind and body clear of the infection. “What is this plant?” she thought. “I’ve never seen anything like it before. It has leaves that range from lavender to dark blue, and they twist into heart shapes. The stem is very thin; I wonder how it can possibly support the heavy flower on top? And the flower! The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! The leaves are the shapes of stars and filled with psychedelic coloration. I will call you Kaleidoscope.” JC decided to sit down and rest against the tree trunk as her mind filled with knowledge. Her inner voice begins speaking to her, “JC you are the chosen one. You will soon be all-knowing, and the secrets of the universe will be revealed to you. Write these down.” JC couldn’t believe her mind! And just as her inner voice had promised truths began running through her consciousness. She scrawls them down into a notebook that she always carries on her.

This is a note for the people who will live in the next period of life on earth. Heed this warning. I am the last clear-thinking person of my time, it is the year 2009. I have been chosen to write down the truths of the universe as known to man thus far. I, along with everyone else, will die shortly after writing this.

The earth has been through many periods of life, and many of death. Remember this, and know that each time has its rises and falls. Every period is filled with the same aspects, so every period is ordinary. But, by the law of association, every period is also extraordinary.

Do not let corruption rule your period—it will be your duty to decide how to accomplish this as every period has different avenues for manipulation. Corruption leads to destruction. Our food industry caused our death—the virus was a mutation between corn and pesticides. And the corn, at this point in time, was in everything we ate. This could have easily been prevented with stricter federal regulations on food industries.

Make it a social norm for a family to be comprised of one child. There will always be some families that go against the social norm and they will have multiple children. This won’t harm you—more people will be needed to get things started at the beginning anyway. And with over half of your population having only one kid, you will last much longer on the resources of mother earth.
Treat nature with respect. Everything is connected to everything else. Death doesn’t have to be pushed under the rug—look at it as a re-birth or a leaving of this physical world to a better place. Knowledge is power, so educate the masses. Good luck!

After this JC takes a huge breath inward and slowly lets it out. She knows that she will not survive this dilemma, and is overwhelmingly okay with that. She knows what is to become of the earth and smiles. Her time is done here, and her generation will no longer be able to suck the resources of this planet dry. The corruption will end. JC hid the notebook in the trunk of the tree she was resting on, knowing it was the one and only place it could be left. She lies down to sleep knowing that as soon as she falls asleep she will forget everything. She is perfectly fine with that, because her soul will be going to its rightful place in the cosmos. And so, she falls asleep in peace.

Soon after JC’s death the rest of the world falls into silent sleep. And the mother earth freezes quickly becoming covered in ice. The planet earth goes into hibernation once again; to sleep and replenish.
~~~
The year is 3009. Gaia has been out of hibernation for many years now and her resources have been completely re-stocked. Man has come back to earth. He is erect, and has a large brain. He contains everything as the man before him. The only difference? This man, of 3009, contains an antibody to a certain virus—Zea Mays. He contains the truth serum that lay in the plant termed Kaleidoscope. But, only this set of humans will contain the serum. After them, natural selection will no longer see a need for it. It is up to them to use it for better or worse. These people will become known as the ancients, and their scripture will rule the world to come. Their scripture will come from a dusty notebook found in the trunk of a tree.

But, will they listen? (END)

and watching live bob marley videos on youtube is ... so very amazing! he knew where it's at man! and that's an understatement. and i've just now experienced the medicinal benifits marijuana. i got lectured by my dad yesterday and as he was talking i knew it was gonna be giving me a migraine. this morning, i had a blind spot and knew again, here comes the migraine. and then james let me vape. and the blindspot vanished instantly. instantly gone. clear vision. clear head. it's totally gone. wtf was i taking those massive advil gel pills for when i coulda just vaped some weed? this is fucking amazing. i mean, i wouldn't have had to ingest unknown drugs, or spend money, or use plastic bottles. i coulda just grown it in my back yard. the cure ... it's right here! it's green and smells a little funky and makes the world go round!









i'm speechless in love with MJ.



PS: i just need to add this little rant. i had a big one a while back, about making more efforts to legalize this stuff, and people reminded me of all the marches and demonstrations that are done on 4/20 and i can't help but think ... why do you go back into hiding?! if you all come out and do it publicly for one day, knowing there's safety in numbers, knowing they can never arrest that amount of people, then keep doing it publicly. is it any easier for them to arrest 5 thousand people when they're spread out in the city instead of all in one park? is it? where would they put you all? if all the people in north america who go out on 4/20 and get baked in public demonstration (you've all seen how large those crowds get, if not in person than in pictures) continued to publicly partake, it would work. they wouldn't be able to arrest us.
please tell me if i'm wrong. cause if not, next time i go (first time i go) to an event like that, i wanna tell everybody to keep at it. meet me here tomorrow after work. let's get stoned.

ahh, so refreshing.
gotta love TruTv...not reality, actuality lol.


i have a bowl sitting & packed right in front of me with some green goodness in the concave bowl it has.
its purple ceramic with a holographic/colorful dragon shiny on it.
ive only taken 3 hits so far & its still packed tight.
its been an hour since i first did this.
how nice is it to feel stoned on ur own time instead of the urgency of passing a bowl or blunt.
i have big chunks of time in between my hits to clear my throat, sip some water... maybe take a piss.
watch retards on police chases.
i love this shit.

i have nothing much to say, i just wanted to put a few words out there.
=o)
bah bah baah.

*** this is a picture of my cat wriggling around on the floor. i was taking a picture of him as i was either moving in or back making it look like a kitty vortex.
does anyone else see what i mean?
maybe u could even explain it better.
its like 'waowaowaowaoaoa' ((wah peddle noise that is))

finals are done!!! just re-upped with two ounces of delicious, delicious maryjane. selling was probably the best thing I could have ever decided to do. for many reasons! 1--I smoke for free, literally all I want. 2--I can hook my friends up to the maximum. 3--I get little 20 minute hang out sesh/bowl sessions with everyone, perfect! and have come to realize that people LOVE to smoke out their dealer. it's absolutely amazing! damn, I love life. I thought I wouldn't still be high at work, but I am haha.

hope everyone is staying high and happy :)

going out with the girls tonight, dancing? good luck to everyone with the rest of fall semester finals. own that shit!

It was the middle of October and the sun was painting the desert sky with cotton candy colors. I dipped my naked feet into the frigid water below me and let them grow numb. Inhaling deeply on my last twenty bucks i began to feel the familiar gradual slowing of my body and the fast pick up of my thoughts. Seperate strings of smoke wove intricate patterns into the clouds and like Jack i was tempted to climb higher.

i know this is old news, but i'm just hearing about it today for the first time. well, hearing the ( official version. ).
i've already heard bill hick's version and i must say i find his story a lot more entertaining.