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Unfortunate few days. I am the luckiest man alive. How often are you going to have a drug dealer get away with smoking a blunt in a drug free zone with a wallet full of cash and 3 izzles on him? It's because I'm smart. I am always 2 steps ahead of the cops. Fully searched, but they didn't find SHIT.

Free my niga Jackson.

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No one blogs anymore. This here shows my sense of commitment. Maybe it tells you about me..hm.

Fuck today. So bland. Threw James some bud and hit the bong right quick, then went back home.

But TOMOROW though.....ppppppppppppssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Catch me in the corner of the room by myself tokin a bong to the head surrounded by drunk bitches. Thats how it is.

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Ganja ganja ganja ganja ganja. Damn.

Afghani Grandaddy FTW
super silver haze hash FTW
Blue mystic FTW
Erkel FTW
My bubbler FTW

This Saturdays going to be FUCKED up. I need to watch myself..

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Horrible day yesterday. Stuck at home on a bad trip.

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It' weird how if your experienced with an endless stream of the same emotion, it becomes less and less intense as it occurs again and again. It's like my brain automatically trains itself. I'm amazed that a single human brain can do this, in knowing that thoughts are tangable grips on past reality events. All of it in reality is converted into a perplex system of chemicals throughout the brain that work together to create an illusion that puts you in a situation as CLOSE to what YOU THINK is reality. Never underestimate your 5 senses. They are your only geteway into reality. Or at least what we THINK is. If our senses aren't feeling what they're feeling, then what's really going on?

Damn, I've been on psychadelics for the past few days. Weed on a daily basis, but other than that, an eigth of shrooms yesterday, 2 hits of acid today ALONG with a gram of gooms and some drank. Almost imediately, I view the MAIN effect of the drug is that my mind is filld with overactive thoughts that are just so logical, that if ignored, I feel like a part of me is lost. My mind streams with creativity and reason. It's like one portion focuses on univevrsal analysis, while the other controls daily activities and its intertwined connection of what my brain is lead to believe is the actual reality. I've been way too occupied with my endless thoughts. Thinking about just what composes my life, what makes me tick, and figuring out what I'm all about, and what I can do about it if theres a problem. I'm on a quest right now. All within my own mind, which everyone can admit and understand I am trapped in. Everyone is.

I'm starting to view reality in a completely different way. Without our senses aiding us, what is really going on? We don't know, because I believe everyones sense of reality is different from one another. Colors are plainly identified with the feeling they are associated with. i.e.: blue = cold, red = hot, green = healthy, pink = female, etc...

Anyways with all that aside, I'm not doing too good. My dad's court hearing was today, still don't really know whats going to happen to him, and eh. Other shit. Just don't worry too much like the rest of them. I can think my way through it.

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49'th post. Y33.

Managed to cop 1/4 of gooms. all of that is for fourth of july

Hopefully dropping tomorow. If plans go out the way I expected. Hm..

IF you see me, you'd catch me with dilated pupils chewing on my strawberry bannana LSD gum.

I guess my dad knows that I sell now. His attitude didn't change whatsoever. I guess it's one of those "if anything happens, its YOUR responsibility" kinda thing.

Damn. I have no attitude towards anything whatsoever. Feeling incredibly blank. No bullshit, but I stopped selling pills. And I'm going to take a long break on those.

I wonder if people would read a book that I wrote. About my philosophies and experiences from age 1 to now. All I need is Oprah to get on that shit, and I'm a rich ass bitch.