Tell me where the hell you got them kicks, ’cause I’m feeling them in a nasty, silly way
– Pysch, S5E13
I can’t write because I’m too high. I think it’s going to be ok, though. Now I’m going to get a bowl of cereal, now, but I can’t seem to get up right now.
Pets are so great when you’re high. It really feels like you can understand them. I like to feed the dogs when I’m high, other chores too. It’s fun trying to focus enough to actually wash a dish.
The main trouble facing humanity is that no one really knows what’s going on. It feels like a bad joke most of the time. Although, it’s very probable that we interrupted the punch line to what was a good joke. We’ll all get a good laugh when we finally get quiet enough to let the joke be told to the end.
Judge not, that ye be not judged. Matthew 7:1
All in the world recognize the beautiful as beautiful, herein lies ugliness. Tao Te Ching, Chapter II