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| quote: | Originally posted by nic01445
I am a big proponent of Marijuana, myself. Why? Well, let me put it this way:
Your conciousness is like a box, or a room with all the doors locked. It's pleasant inside. There is music to listen to, shows to watch, people to see; you are generally content. What if someone told you that you could leave the box? Go to a different room with the same shows, the same music, the same people, only your perception of all these things was slightly skewed? Would you pass up the opportunity?
When I am high, I am high for one reason and one reason only: to leave the box. Feelings of euphoria are only icing on the cake. My entire reality is different! Do I like it any more than I like my life in the status quo? My life in the box? No, I don't. But it is always nice to revist this room of mine that I can't get in unless I have the right key. |
you're going to love shrooms dude. you're going to step clear out of the box and go exploring. 
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The father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies / While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park / Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums / The music and medicine you needed for comforting / So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving / And pluck all your silly strings and / Bend all your notes for me and / Soft silly music is meaningful, magical / The movements were beautiful / All in your ovaries / All of them milking with green fleshy flowers / While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines, / Smelling of semen all under the garden / Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.
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