|Originally posted by wotyzoid |
Dear intelligent Kenny, and all of TA.
I'm zooted right now.
I'm writing this with the objective of possibly finding it and reading it tomorrow for entertainment/enlightening purposes (that's how stoned I am.)
As I sat in front of the computer, I had a formulated idea of a topic to write about. Unfortunately for us, that idea, which could have been brilliant, has already escaped me.
So I will simply write as words come to my thoughts. Right now I'm listening to some really deep house and feeling melancholic. In the last few minutes I've thought about crazy things such as: levels of acceptance in different social circles with different people and the possibility of a science or formula being linked to it, the fact that I am really stoned and the possibilities of someone in the world who is as stoned as me communicating with me telepathically, how stupid I sound, love, new york yankee's baseball caps, ice cream, and thousands of other who were not able to stand the sweeping river of information eroding my brain. By this point you have either stopped reading, are reading because its brilliant, or are reading because are high. The difference between the last two, I don't know.
The same track is still playing. Some girl on oovoo is waiting for me to show this to her, I'm in the mood for some Moodymann -- Sunday Morning.
The girl I'm talking to just gave me the sudden urge to go on flockdraw by drawing on her screen. Sunday Morning is still on; was that too soon? I decide to put some Amp Fiddler on. I don't know how much time has passed since I started writing this but it has felt like around 40 minutes on and off. I hope this is worth it when I'm intelligent again.
alter ego BuG Master Funk.
Quoted so you can't delete it!
I used to write all this random shit when I was stoned to
Smoke until you can't figure out what a computer is, or how it works
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