I'm pretty high.
A post of appreciation to that wonderful plant.
This is me trying to be cute and trying to let people know I don't need love and I'm perfectly fine on my own.
I've got tacos and weed to keep me company.
But I'm not all that bad, I think.
Despite my, sometimes, rude and sassy comments; regardless of days my happy chemicals seem to have been all used up; mindless of my manic moments-
I must have something good in there.
There must be
And I hope you can see that,
And maybe
hopefully
see something that I can't just yet.
My mind has utterly driven itself mad.
"April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never."
-Franz Kafka
"Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any other disease."
-Oscar Wilde
My life is so utterly mundane
it's slowly driving me insane.
-Right. This was a marijuana appreciation post.
Here's to good weed
food
vibes
music
&
days.
