tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586276049987105112.post3654658116398950054..comments2014-09-04T14:22:29.436-07:00Comments on laquais: Daunn Hijau, Benang Merahsjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08873005482202769877noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586276049987105112.post-24415762408949786212010-03-01T04:45:45.970-08:002010-03-01T04:45:45.970-08:00bwaaahahaha i love the tick tick boom shakalaka la...bwaaahahaha i love the tick tick boom shakalaka laka tick tick way your brain functions, the bpm is as random as soft porn hotel. they make me dance.sjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08873005482202769877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586276049987105112.post-78286377547067199912009-08-28T14:29:40.730-07:002009-08-28T14:29:40.730-07:00by the way...this is ironic. you spewed a perfect ...by the way...this is ironic. you spewed a perfect bout of philosophy that shot down all traces of pothead-ism. but immediately after that show of sheer intelligence, that last sentence.<br /><br />"Especially when their are kids in Chiang Mai and Aceh who eat weed for breakfast."<br /><br />'specially when their is spelled there. 'specially when it's nearly dawn and i'm still an editor at heart.<br />'specially when i've run out of weed and substituting it with Bintang bottles.<br />'specially when this long ass double comment is basically just a release from my pot withdrawal symptoms.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7586276049987105112.post-36504593733854391072009-08-28T14:19:19.194-07:002009-08-28T14:19:19.194-07:00i choose weed.
because my brain is basically an o...i choose weed. <br />because my brain is basically an organic supermachine filled with data and statistics and laughter and when the weed hits it, it retrieves the little bits of un-jaded truth that answer life's little questions. <br />truth tends to hide under the superego and if you can't balance the id to match its counter-part (as I cannot at times), it gets lost and is nothing but a photograph.<br /><br />sober, i am full of rhetoric. stoned, i am full of solipsism. either way, i am full. this filling sensation, that is God.<br /><br />and there IS proof. this comment would not be here if i did not feel a pang of awe reading this post. that pang is God. <br /><br />in fact, as i'm rambling on and on in this little comment box, there is a pitter patter of feet outside my room and it rouses curiosity in my gut. that is God.<br /><br />my iTunes is on shuffle and right now bran van 3000 is playing a song that reminds me of summer of '97... the drive-in movies plus corn dogs and the first time i fell in lust. this is God.<br /><br />this LONG-ASS comment, the energy it took to write it. this is God.<br /><br />the way i am blase about my unshaved legs. this is God.<br /><br />can you guess my conscious state at this moment as i type this without over-thinking? sober or stoned?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com