Cannabis, It Love You Long Time, Markie Mark

After winning twenty-five Olympic gold medals, will you tell him smoking the ganja hurt him in some way, destroyed his motivation, or some such (larfs).

Social networks are the destroyers of motivation but they're mostly drunkies rather than stoners but it's much better to be a stoner because we question everything and drunkies never question anything.  How do you think the country got into the toilet in the first place.

(Ed:  social networks?)

They sure own a large part since nothing disseminates fear better than the mongrelized excuses for news in those systems.  The talking bubbleheads on TV can only go so far but social networks expand and amplify their rubbish tremendously.  Bill O'Reilly only needs to say something stupid and instantly the What an Asshole memes go up, all of which quote him.  From this I conclude Democrats often dribble on themselves.  Judging by the insipid crap they like for pop music, they probably do it a lot.  Cry me a fuckin' river.


Example:  there was a journal paper a few days ago which again demonstrated the absurdity of chem trails as anything more than the condensing exhaust of jet aircraft.  There were several on Facebook who said they believe the chem trails anyway.  When there's that much determination to remain as thick as a brick, no degree of education can ever address it.

If you don't understand how Clinton dominated the election other than by mobbing, bullying, and more money than the Vatican Bank, reread the above paragraph.


Note:  my timing for Facebook is brutal and I engage in as little chat as possible while further thinning out the herd which is now almost under a hundred so-called friends.  Of most of them aren't and friend is just the Facebook transmogrification of the word but some of them take it seriously or as seriously as they give evidence of taking anything..


I know the regulars are not like that and there's encouragement in seeing you're not the same superficial zombies stumbling about aimlessly everywhere else.

Today I went to the coffee shop and ...

(What did you do there?) I got high
(What did you feel there?) well, I cried
(But why the tears there?) tell you why
It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful

Some of you know already and the others never will.


Mystery Lady, I wouldn't ever want to forget what happened when you first walked into the Impressionist Show in the National Gallery in, oh, the eighties?  To this day I marvel at the sensitivity.

I rarely see anything of that nature in people and maybe they hide it, unknown, but the only other example I know is from when my ol' Mother walked into one of the huge cathedrals of Europe and instantly burst into tears.  Yah, the Queen of the Happy Heathens did that and I marvel at her in the same way.  Sometimes I talk of how I may get misty on rare occasions when I'm playing so maybe I wonder a little if this is strange but I see you two and realize the strangeness is people don't see it more.

(What did you do there?) I got high
(What did you feel there?) well, I cried
(But why the tears there?) tell you why
It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful, it's all too beautiful