With Infinite Love
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7417904870843277177&ei=NglgS6_GM4GgwgP5nLTjBg&q=marijuana&hl=en&view=3#
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
What's Your Drug?
“A drug - broadly speaking, is any substance that, when absorbed into the body of a living organism, alters normal bodily function. There is no single, precise definition for the term - Definition from Wikipedia.”
I was pondering what a drug really is. I see some people bounce off walls after eating sugar, then you get the people who are one track minded about getting laid, The people who just salivate and seem like they are in a trance when food is around them, Some are addicted to Coffee.. and might actually go into spasms if they don’t get their fix, and some who like getting into a rut ALL the time. I believe whatever happens to you in life, intentional or unintentional has to do something with your aura, energy or your level of attraction. Some by choice and some without.. but what you cant take the fact that it’s happening to YOU.
I love drugs in quite a conventional sense, but as we all know LOVE, SEX, FOOD..etc are all strong drugs. You can really overdose on it and you can really DIE in the process as well. Which all have similar characteristics to the conventional qualities of DRUGS. I mean.. Whatever makes you tick right? Some people like stuffing themselves, some like to cut themselves and some like to indulge in themselves or be addicted to someone else.
Such strong actions take place because there is a significantly strong and unusual chemical reaction in your body that really rocks your socks off! and we all indulge in them.. Whether is will be a pot smoker or a over obsessive lover.
I love my Marijuana and my LSD.( i love a LOT of other things as well.. but as i stated in my first post.. This is about ONE specific side to me... which is the "druggie" side to me :) ) Thinking about it makes me happy.. and triggers a chemical reaction in my body that is very different to when i think about something mundane (like Coldplay).
But its easy for the masses to tag me a druggie than a person who is actually addicted to something like FOOD and will kill himself in a few years from the intake of a million calories a day.
In that sense arnt we all druggies?
He is normal.. he died of a heart attack.. but im a DRUGGIE.. because i smoke pot
Strange world we live in eh?
P.S - Im just heading off to the Cinnamon Grand for the ALL YOU CAN EAT - Mongolian BBQ Promotion! hahaha..
I was pondering what a drug really is. I see some people bounce off walls after eating sugar, then you get the people who are one track minded about getting laid, The people who just salivate and seem like they are in a trance when food is around them, Some are addicted to Coffee.. and might actually go into spasms if they don’t get their fix, and some who like getting into a rut ALL the time. I believe whatever happens to you in life, intentional or unintentional has to do something with your aura, energy or your level of attraction. Some by choice and some without.. but what you cant take the fact that it’s happening to YOU.
I love drugs in quite a conventional sense, but as we all know LOVE, SEX, FOOD..etc are all strong drugs. You can really overdose on it and you can really DIE in the process as well. Which all have similar characteristics to the conventional qualities of DRUGS. I mean.. Whatever makes you tick right? Some people like stuffing themselves, some like to cut themselves and some like to indulge in themselves or be addicted to someone else.
Such strong actions take place because there is a significantly strong and unusual chemical reaction in your body that really rocks your socks off! and we all indulge in them.. Whether is will be a pot smoker or a over obsessive lover.
I love my Marijuana and my LSD.( i love a LOT of other things as well.. but as i stated in my first post.. This is about ONE specific side to me... which is the "druggie" side to me :) ) Thinking about it makes me happy.. and triggers a chemical reaction in my body that is very different to when i think about something mundane (like Coldplay).
But its easy for the masses to tag me a druggie than a person who is actually addicted to something like FOOD and will kill himself in a few years from the intake of a million calories a day.
In that sense arnt we all druggies?
He is normal.. he died of a heart attack.. but im a DRUGGIE.. because i smoke pot
Strange world we live in eh?
P.S - Im just heading off to the Cinnamon Grand for the ALL YOU CAN EAT - Mongolian BBQ Promotion! hahaha..
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Sober Month (Relatively)
I think im having withdrawal symptoms of December. It’s such a high and a rush that it just whizzes past you.... Next thing you know its January, a new year, new resolutions, dreams, targets, and everything that you might and might not anticipate.
I have been off Ciggys for the most part of this year so far. i believe i have only had only a couple! and i haven’t smoked much pot either. i was lucky enough to get a lovely bud that was grown in our own Sri lankan soil.. you know the stuff that looks like THIS (all you pot smokers will hate me.. hehehe)
Its quite ironic that we dont really get to smoke Marijuana that looks like that. it tasted so good, and the high was just immaculate. sigh.. its tough to go back to the Marijuana that is available from your usual dodgy weed peddler. The peddler gets if from a person who is in a rural area just growing pot without any knowledge of its true potential. Or maybe the person who grows it just grows it to make his ends meet... simple logic like - If i grow this plant, i can earn money. OR everyone is just too LAZY. Lazy to grow good pot, Lazy to want some good pot, and just too lazy to do anything about it...
Im not lazy...
I have been getting some good bud for the first time in my life this year... and im going to do everything i can to not depend on the black market or the dodgy weed peddler for crappy weed. I believe in doing things well.
I will smoke good pot this year.. the wheels have been put into motion :)
I have been off Ciggys for the most part of this year so far. i believe i have only had only a couple! and i haven’t smoked much pot either. i was lucky enough to get a lovely bud that was grown in our own Sri lankan soil.. you know the stuff that looks like THIS (all you pot smokers will hate me.. hehehe)
Its quite ironic that we dont really get to smoke Marijuana that looks like that. it tasted so good, and the high was just immaculate. sigh.. its tough to go back to the Marijuana that is available from your usual dodgy weed peddler. The peddler gets if from a person who is in a rural area just growing pot without any knowledge of its true potential. Or maybe the person who grows it just grows it to make his ends meet... simple logic like - If i grow this plant, i can earn money. OR everyone is just too LAZY. Lazy to grow good pot, Lazy to want some good pot, and just too lazy to do anything about it...
Im not lazy...
I have been getting some good bud for the first time in my life this year... and im going to do everything i can to not depend on the black market or the dodgy weed peddler for crappy weed. I believe in doing things well.
I will smoke good pot this year.. the wheels have been put into motion :)
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Sunday Lazy Sunday
Im in a good mood! Its gloomy in Colombo. and its so nice to spend an afternoon in your room not cursing the heat. What a beautiful Sunday...
Met up with my impending Jobless friend for a bluesy jam session. which ended up in us smoking, jamming more, Listening to some hectic new musicians and cursing the slow ADSL connections in Colombo. and we got into the conversation about the day - Sunday.
Sunday is known as the chill out day. a day where we dont have to worry about too many responsibilities or priorities. the bible says even GOD took a break on sunday. But isnt it funny how people around the world decided to go to Sunday mass and talk to god on the very day he specifically took a break?? Poor ol god must be like.. "Keeeeeeep awayyyyy... stop asking for things!!! its my day of slumberrr... aghhhhhhhh!!!!"
Sunday is not like Saturday.. Even though you are on chilled out mode you have this panful feeling at the back of your mind that you have to WORK TOMORROW. So you have an option to be depressed or make the most of your Sunday and go on super chillout mode or go on super party mode. After last month - i think ill pick the super chill out mode.
Im depressed with the weed im getting these days.. maybe because i have been blessed with smoking some good bud last week. sigh.. once you smoke that, you just cant go back to local pot - so tough. but im in the process of not being in this position in the coming years. I need to smoke good pot that smells and taste like fruit!
Going to arrange my room and prepare for the night now. have some super cool movies to watch and a lot of shitty pot to smoke... Still, that sounds quite lovely. Its just the weather :)
Met up with my impending Jobless friend for a bluesy jam session. which ended up in us smoking, jamming more, Listening to some hectic new musicians and cursing the slow ADSL connections in Colombo. and we got into the conversation about the day - Sunday.
Sunday is known as the chill out day. a day where we dont have to worry about too many responsibilities or priorities. the bible says even GOD took a break on sunday. But isnt it funny how people around the world decided to go to Sunday mass and talk to god on the very day he specifically took a break?? Poor ol god must be like.. "Keeeeeeep awayyyyy... stop asking for things!!! its my day of slumberrr... aghhhhhhhh!!!!"
Sunday is not like Saturday.. Even though you are on chilled out mode you have this panful feeling at the back of your mind that you have to WORK TOMORROW. So you have an option to be depressed or make the most of your Sunday and go on super chillout mode or go on super party mode. After last month - i think ill pick the super chill out mode.
Im depressed with the weed im getting these days.. maybe because i have been blessed with smoking some good bud last week. sigh.. once you smoke that, you just cant go back to local pot - so tough. but im in the process of not being in this position in the coming years. I need to smoke good pot that smells and taste like fruit!
Going to arrange my room and prepare for the night now. have some super cool movies to watch and a lot of shitty pot to smoke... Still, that sounds quite lovely. Its just the weather :)
Friday, January 15, 2010
Revolution Calling
This is for you... Everyone who has been here... Not for the reasons that you like this blog or what i write, or this very specific fragment of me that i have thought of sharing with you.
Just look around you...
Do you look around anymore? what do you see? have you ever thought about how you see? What made you to see? what made you trun away? and sometimes be totally oblivious to it? If you ever wanted new eyes, have you ever bothered to borrow some?
have you looked into yourself? seen yourself? found yourself? talked to yourself? ever done to at least identify ONE thing that you could call yours within you?
Or dont you see a point at all?... If you do.. then you know that something is not right. That where we are being led to may not be as good as it sounds, looks or sometimes even feels. There are signs though.. very clear ones everywhere.
This is not a tale of Woe... I believe this is the perfect brewing ground for something great.. something really amazing... something that we all can be a part of and actually feel like we have done something worthy. Something that makes you feel good inside for a long time.
Its really my curse i feel... i cant help but see, i cant help but feel.. why the fuck do i feel so much. I feel from everyone, every animal, every object, every note, every thought, every situation...
So i have to look, i have to find all of you who actually see and feel...or at least want to. and tell you that by looking closer, by learning to feel a little more, by caring that little much, its all it takes... Lennon knew it in the 60's.
All you need is love.
They are doing all they can to kill it.. every little bit of it, every sparkling piece of wonder, every little thought that will make that distinction between normal and special... ha, "special" is being used for mentally handicapped people these days.. and rightly so - because that makes the sane people "normal". The normality that kills us everyday - and not slowly too. Its amazing how the wonder is just sucked and injected out of anything good, and is injected back into the very things we should rid of us being human (like Paris Hilton)
Learn to love... a revolution is calling...
Just look around you...
Do you look around anymore? what do you see? have you ever thought about how you see? What made you to see? what made you trun away? and sometimes be totally oblivious to it? If you ever wanted new eyes, have you ever bothered to borrow some?
have you looked into yourself? seen yourself? found yourself? talked to yourself? ever done to at least identify ONE thing that you could call yours within you?
Or dont you see a point at all?... If you do.. then you know that something is not right. That where we are being led to may not be as good as it sounds, looks or sometimes even feels. There are signs though.. very clear ones everywhere.
This is not a tale of Woe... I believe this is the perfect brewing ground for something great.. something really amazing... something that we all can be a part of and actually feel like we have done something worthy. Something that makes you feel good inside for a long time.
Its really my curse i feel... i cant help but see, i cant help but feel.. why the fuck do i feel so much. I feel from everyone, every animal, every object, every note, every thought, every situation...
So i have to look, i have to find all of you who actually see and feel...or at least want to. and tell you that by looking closer, by learning to feel a little more, by caring that little much, its all it takes... Lennon knew it in the 60's.
All you need is love.
They are doing all they can to kill it.. every little bit of it, every sparkling piece of wonder, every little thought that will make that distinction between normal and special... ha, "special" is being used for mentally handicapped people these days.. and rightly so - because that makes the sane people "normal". The normality that kills us everyday - and not slowly too. Its amazing how the wonder is just sucked and injected out of anything good, and is injected back into the very things we should rid of us being human (like Paris Hilton)
Learn to love... a revolution is calling...
Saturday, January 9, 2010
The Year Of The Bat
It’s been long... too long... what an obscure few weeks it has been, just extremes, nothing less. Been wanting to write so bad... so much to say, but thinking back... I’ve been a very bad bat :)
Let’s start from where i left off...
I went on the trip... it was brutal to say the least. Intense. I actually tasted from the sweet cup of insanity, and shared it with some sober people. Fate was such that Squashiwog and i ended up having 2 and a half stamps each... what a trip. i believe this is the single most reason for the birth of Psychotica.
If there is a will there is a way...
i never thought we will even get traces of Ecstasy for the new year celebrations. But it concluded in us actually selling pills to a few beloved friends who were short. How can i break a 4 year tradition of not popping an E on the 31st of December??? But the road was tough, long, filled with confusions, external fights, and a lot of coordination. i couldn’t have done it without my friend FLASH, who was hell bent on scoring pills with me. We ended up buying over 30 pills for just the few of us... we just used all our money and bought drugs! We made it into liquid cash after selling pills to a few unfortunate people.
We party hard...
It was not just one night. But 3 nights in a row! With the best music anyone in the country could ask for. One thing is for sure... our beloved few LOVE to party. And i never knew that i could dance for over 9 hours with only a few breaks to roll hash for the needy. It was good to have my crazy diamond with me. I learnt that her being with me alone makes me happy. Which even surprises me. how i miss her.
GOOD POT...
It was bound to happen... it’s just a matter of time till i got to smoke some good fucking pot... like the pot you see when you type GOOD POT on Google images. pot that looks like nothing you see in Sri Lanka. i got to smoke some GRAND DADDY PURPLE. Which was also shared with me by my good friend Flash. The flavour.. The sweet scent of it just makes you want to BITE into it and chew it down. the buds were about an inch long and the pot actually looked and smelled like a fruit. sigh.. i love good pot! and it feels good when some good deed you have done pays off... i was there for a friend of mine in her time of need.. and she just called me the other day and told me she has some good bud for me... i cant wait to have a smoke off that!
Bottoms up...
I boozed like mad this December... Thanks to my old friend, i was finishing bottles of booze like a pro drinker with him. Thank god this is only seasonal.. Otherwise i would be a dead bat for sure.
I think I should take a break… bad bad VIVID BAT!
Let’s start from where i left off...
I went on the trip... it was brutal to say the least. Intense. I actually tasted from the sweet cup of insanity, and shared it with some sober people. Fate was such that Squashiwog and i ended up having 2 and a half stamps each... what a trip. i believe this is the single most reason for the birth of Psychotica.
If there is a will there is a way...
i never thought we will even get traces of Ecstasy for the new year celebrations. But it concluded in us actually selling pills to a few beloved friends who were short. How can i break a 4 year tradition of not popping an E on the 31st of December??? But the road was tough, long, filled with confusions, external fights, and a lot of coordination. i couldn’t have done it without my friend FLASH, who was hell bent on scoring pills with me. We ended up buying over 30 pills for just the few of us... we just used all our money and bought drugs! We made it into liquid cash after selling pills to a few unfortunate people.
We party hard...
It was not just one night. But 3 nights in a row! With the best music anyone in the country could ask for. One thing is for sure... our beloved few LOVE to party. And i never knew that i could dance for over 9 hours with only a few breaks to roll hash for the needy. It was good to have my crazy diamond with me. I learnt that her being with me alone makes me happy. Which even surprises me. how i miss her.
GOOD POT...
It was bound to happen... it’s just a matter of time till i got to smoke some good fucking pot... like the pot you see when you type GOOD POT on Google images. pot that looks like nothing you see in Sri Lanka. i got to smoke some GRAND DADDY PURPLE. Which was also shared with me by my good friend Flash. The flavour.. The sweet scent of it just makes you want to BITE into it and chew it down. the buds were about an inch long and the pot actually looked and smelled like a fruit. sigh.. i love good pot! and it feels good when some good deed you have done pays off... i was there for a friend of mine in her time of need.. and she just called me the other day and told me she has some good bud for me... i cant wait to have a smoke off that!
Bottoms up...
I boozed like mad this December... Thanks to my old friend, i was finishing bottles of booze like a pro drinker with him. Thank god this is only seasonal.. Otherwise i would be a dead bat for sure.
I think I should take a break… bad bad VIVID BAT!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
