if it wasn't for the literature i've read, the records i've listened to & fallen in love with AND the intellgent people i have had to pleasure to meet i'm quite sure that long ago i would've made the headlines, media stations, and met the inside of a criminal institution in the place in which i dwell.
the truth is the collective intelligence of the world we all know and love has declined into a state of slobbering porn crazed drug-heads who abuse the joys of illegal "substances". moderation is a virtue. with this said, these walking panty stains we refer to as "people" and "human beings" are ruining the small happy medium that wonderful work ethic gripping people get to use to relax with. drunk drivers are the worst. it takes a sick, sad, worthless fuck-head to destroy the delight of intoxication. i will willingly stand and state: "yes i can drink like an irish-man, get plastered like the walls of a cheap apartment and still wake up sober and do my job to support my family, feed and cloth my child AND still have the common sense to know that if i see 2 of something that there is indeed only 1 of, i will stay my ass home and live to drive another day".
THESE PEOPLE SHOULD BE FUCKED, SHOT, RAPED VICIOUSLY WITH A BROKEN BROOMSTICK NAMED PEDRO, POISONED AND THEN HUNG FROM THE TALLEST TREE.
people who abuse the sweet drugs that roam rampant around the world, (acid, pot, ecstacy, etc.), are only hoping to escape the blatant fact that they have nothing else to live for or rely on because they refuse to better themselves or the world in which they live. fuck these cowardly vaginal discharges who suck up our oxygen and eat our food. again, a little dab will do you, don't over-fucking-do it. i've been ridiculously stoned before. i've tripped harder than a child with pidgeon toes. i've been rollin' like an 18 wheeler. given all of this i still have a job, a purpose, a growing intelligence and the want to become a better person all around.
IF YOU CAN'T STOP AFTER A JOINT, DON'T SMOKE. IF YOU CAN'T STOP AFTER 4 HITS OF ACID, SEEK REHAB. IF YOU CAN'T STOP DROPPING PILLS FOR DIRTY POPPIN' BEATS, I SUGGEST REHAB, SUICIDE, OR MANDITORY COURT-APPOINTED DETOXIFICATION.
so, if can stop even if you're not completely ripped, stoned, trippin' or rollin' bals, i comend you and wish you well on your next adventure into hedonism.
if you can't...well...prepare for overdose or getting caught in a situation that involves blue lights, frisking, a full body cavity search and bartering your body in prison for a single cigarette.
there is fear and loathing in the world. buy the ticket, take the ride.
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