big jim, when i smoke weed, the vision of ur great works just shocks me, greatest thing since fried bread, my brain can’t wrap around it !
Some believe weed opens doorways. When in fact, it closes the obvious ones. So when a thought occurs and you suddenly feel, "WOW! I had no idea," it feels as if you made a discovery. But that's the thing. Your brain didn't find that to be important for your survival. But when you smoke weed, it subdues that transparency.
that’s why i need to get high to communicate with you, ur being is just too strong for a mere mortal like me
Wisdom mixed with the worst and best of life. Then coming face to face with the something else. "We're the Makers of Men. We will break you. Then make you." The faint voice says as wild deer and buck manifests from the wild, untamed brush. So I untie a bag of satsumas and peel one by one and hand feed the wild female deer. The buck stays clear but overlooks the peace treaty. Hours later, after the Earth had swallowed the sun, the many voices begin. And every creepy critter and slither sound can be heard. "Angel of the stern of the Ark, do you remember?" One voice said. Then another, "Halo of the Holy Baron; Keeper of the Fallen, hide." Ugh. At times, there were too many. A hubbub of voices. But they slowly faded away.
