I want to change the world.
I want us to stop hurting ourselves.
I want to make drug use safer instead of more permissible, but doing one does the other.
I want to keep people dedicated to a variety of experiences, regardless of the risks, out of prison.
I want to stop persecuting those most susceptible to risky behaviors such as drug use, such as the poor and the youth.
I want to save the brothers who feel like they can't feed their family without selling work.
I want to save the lives of all those people shoved out of cars at hospitals during an overdose.
I want to keep the profits from the sale of drugs, because they will always exist, out of the hands of criminals.
I want to make it possible for those who want to manufacture and distribute recreational drugs to do so without being necessarily violent.
I want to make drug dealers "recreational pharmacists".
I want to let those who wish to medicate themselves do it in peace.
I want to open the door of these experiences to all
I want to want to free our minds
I want to change the world...
I wanna get high.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Bottled Love
A hit of you causes a stinging reverb pulsing through my brain
Lip to lip
Like an acid trip
In a jewelry store in Spain
Because I love you
(love, here, meaning a glamorous state of ephemeral depression),
Because my affection manifests itself in forms of pulling and tearing
At the skin on our faces,
I will grind your words through the mincer of my day-dreaming mind
When they don’t stick to the script
Because you are coming
I will upturn roots, hoping you will trip
Cut out the tags and spill things
I will twist the actions until I have sculpted the perfect form of tragedy
Wait for me to sink to the bottom of the glass
You can stand there
I’ll fawn over your detached nature
Revel in my goosebumps
Sway my head until you agree
The hottest love has the coldest end
--
You bought a case
With which to chase
Shots of nervous lust
Stopper knot
You forgot
The bottle opener of love
Lip to lip
Like an acid trip
In a jewelry store in Spain
Because I love you
(love, here, meaning a glamorous state of ephemeral depression),
Because my affection manifests itself in forms of pulling and tearing
At the skin on our faces,
I will grind your words through the mincer of my day-dreaming mind
When they don’t stick to the script
Because you are coming
I will upturn roots, hoping you will trip
Cut out the tags and spill things
I will twist the actions until I have sculpted the perfect form of tragedy
Wait for me to sink to the bottom of the glass
You can stand there
I’ll fawn over your detached nature
Revel in my goosebumps
Sway my head until you agree
The hottest love has the coldest end
--
You bought a case
With which to chase
Shots of nervous lust
Stopper knot
You forgot
The bottle opener of love
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Rocket
I am designing the rocket. Melanie is engineering it. If all goes well, this craft will be able to explore the deep seas in addition to outer space.
Happy mother's day.
Happy mother's day.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Delicious
You will need:
-a frozen breaded chicken patty (I used the Morning Star brand vegetarian ones, but any will do)
-chopped veggies of your choice (carrots highly recommended)
-english muffin (whole wheat highly recommended)
-slice of cheddar cheese (Kraft singles or Veggie Slices are the easiest)
-dill or herbs and spices of your choice
1. Toast breaded chicken patty
2. When half way done, put layer of chopped on to patty. Lay cheese on top of veggies. Sprinkle dill on top of cheese Continue to toast.
3. When cheese is melted, place on to english muffin. Form a sandwich and enjoy.
Pictures coming soon, maybe.
-a frozen breaded chicken patty (I used the Morning Star brand vegetarian ones, but any will do)
-chopped veggies of your choice (carrots highly recommended)
-english muffin (whole wheat highly recommended)
-slice of cheddar cheese (Kraft singles or Veggie Slices are the easiest)
-dill or herbs and spices of your choice
1. Toast breaded chicken patty
2. When half way done, put layer of chopped on to patty. Lay cheese on top of veggies. Sprinkle dill on top of cheese Continue to toast.
3. When cheese is melted, place on to english muffin. Form a sandwich and enjoy.
Pictures coming soon, maybe.
Friday, February 25, 2011
If this isn't ADHD, I don't know what is
So I get high. I’m hungry! I’ll have a snack. I want something sweet, but healthy. Strawberries! Perfect solution. Oh, wow. These strawberries are yummy, my goodness. I look to the cabinet for further munchie inspiration and I see a plastic bottle of chocolate ice-cream-topping. Then I start to think about chocolate, it’s origins, it’s market demand, it’s effect on the history of the global web of trade. To YouTube! Search query: where does chocolate come from? Oh, perfect. A video directed at children looks like the most promising result. I think at first, No, Sarah, you will not sit here, alone and higher than a kite, watching children’s educational television. That is just too absurd. Don’t be that weird. But I do it anyway. I went in for a strawberry and came out with a deep knowledge of the cacao plant and its cultivation and economical effects.
New day, new high, eating a bagel. It’s a beautiful cloudy day outside, so I open the blinds. I see my garden of wildflowers that I planted with the seeds from a birthday card from my friends Kayla and Lisa. I think, Oh yeah. I planted flowers. So I decide that maybe it’d be cool if I watered them. I go out and realize it just rained this morning, so I probably shouldn’t drown the little guys. I observe them. They are juvenile and hopeful. Tiny little seedling babies with no knowledge of the real world. I start to get attached to the little guys and decide that I really do want to help them. I will give them fertilizer! To Google! “Natural home-made fertilizers.” Oh wow it’s a bunch of websites for farmers. No, that’s not what I want. I am not growing crops for nourishment. I am growing flowers. Aha! Compost as fertilizer. I scan the article and I see a general list of ingredients in your typical healthy compost pile: egg shell, coffee grounds, orange peels, animal product. Slow down. I do not have the time and materials to create an entire compost pile, so I decide yeah it’d be cool and normal for me to make a tiny amount. With like, three pieces of eggshell and half an orange peel and a tiny bit of chicken poop. Wait. That is the stupidest idea I’ve ever had. What the fuck. So then I start to think about fertilizer alternatives and I realize that what helps plants grow is essentially the rotting of other things. I think about the beauty of the biosphere and I wonder about the chemical reactions that take place when living things decay. So I went to Google again and read the entire Wikipedia article on “Decomposition.”
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New day, new high, eating a bagel. It’s a beautiful cloudy day outside, so I open the blinds. I see my garden of wildflowers that I planted with the seeds from a birthday card from my friends Kayla and Lisa. I think, Oh yeah. I planted flowers. So I decide that maybe it’d be cool if I watered them. I go out and realize it just rained this morning, so I probably shouldn’t drown the little guys. I observe them. They are juvenile and hopeful. Tiny little seedling babies with no knowledge of the real world. I start to get attached to the little guys and decide that I really do want to help them. I will give them fertilizer! To Google! “Natural home-made fertilizers.” Oh wow it’s a bunch of websites for farmers. No, that’s not what I want. I am not growing crops for nourishment. I am growing flowers. Aha! Compost as fertilizer. I scan the article and I see a general list of ingredients in your typical healthy compost pile: egg shell, coffee grounds, orange peels, animal product. Slow down. I do not have the time and materials to create an entire compost pile, so I decide yeah it’d be cool and normal for me to make a tiny amount. With like, three pieces of eggshell and half an orange peel and a tiny bit of chicken poop. Wait. That is the stupidest idea I’ve ever had. What the fuck. So then I start to think about fertilizer alternatives and I realize that what helps plants grow is essentially the rotting of other things. I think about the beauty of the biosphere and I wonder about the chemical reactions that take place when living things decay. So I went to Google again and read the entire Wikipedia article on “Decomposition.”
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Library Poem 1 (Rough Draft)
200J
I'm here to stay
Group study room like a view to my doom
And the bride to my groom
And those Middle Eastern boys with their designer glasses
Are talking about me, am I in any of their classes?
Cause my purse reeks of weed
And my cleavage may mislead
Them into thinking that 200J
Is my only way
I'm here to stay
Group study room like a view to my doom
And the bride to my groom
And those Middle Eastern boys with their designer glasses
Are talking about me, am I in any of their classes?
Cause my purse reeks of weed
And my cleavage may mislead
Them into thinking that 200J
Is my only way
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Dear Miss Jane
Dear Miss Jane,
The attraction I feel towards you is undeniable
And always has been since our first kiss.
That intimate puckering of the lips
And sensual intake of your warm breath
That has uplifted so many before me
Much like it will after.
Whenever we touch, my fingers stick to you.
And for a moment I can feel like a worker bee,
Swimming in your ever so sweet honey.
Your pungent smell intoxicates me,
Filling my nose with natural aromas,
And Your herbal fragrance drives me wild
A skunky odor I've always craved.
Your emerald hue comes in so many shades,
Every tint from fluorescent lime to deep forest,
And each pigment leaves me entranced,
Timelessly gazing upon your form.
The lavish diamond jewelry you don,
Proudly sparkling in the light,
Lays gently upon your entire mass.
Like the first snow on natures hair.
Even the dreadlocks you often model
Come in a variety of dyes.
The bold reds, fierce purples, and subtle oranges
Serve to accent your jade figure.
Since the beginning of our romance
You've brought back genuine joy to my smile,
Returned imagination to my mind
And restored the authenticity in my laugh.
You bring a pleasant dimmer to my scrutiny
Of the world
And a new appreciation for flavor
As well as insightful enhancements
To the nuances of euphonious melodies.
You massage away the worries between my ears,
Unlike anything I've ever had before,
Until my burden simply melts off my shoulders.
And for that, I thank you.
Unfortunately, our audacious relationship
Must now be put on hold,
For despite the many delights I gleam
From our tumultuous love affair,
The fact of the matter is:
I can't lean on you.
Feelings of melancholy
Overwhelm me when I consider
A cessation of our forbidden liaisons
Yet, it is that very sensation
That has caused me to review
The viability of our affiliation.
Though you willingly cleanse my mind
Of fearful preoccupations,
My self concept requires clarity.
The distinctiveness of my psyche
Has been fogged for too long
By my consistent entanglement
In you.
And I must runaway now
Before I can no longer see the mirror
Through the smoke.
One day
We will be able to resume our fine partnership,
And rekindle the persistent flame
To regain the familiarity we once knew.
And when that dawn comes
I will fall into your caress without hesitation,
But until that fateful morning
I must extinguish my flame
And sleep alone.
Always Yours,
D
The attraction I feel towards you is undeniable
And always has been since our first kiss.
That intimate puckering of the lips
And sensual intake of your warm breath
That has uplifted so many before me
Much like it will after.
Whenever we touch, my fingers stick to you.
And for a moment I can feel like a worker bee,
Swimming in your ever so sweet honey.
Your pungent smell intoxicates me,
Filling my nose with natural aromas,
And Your herbal fragrance drives me wild
A skunky odor I've always craved.
Your emerald hue comes in so many shades,
Every tint from fluorescent lime to deep forest,
And each pigment leaves me entranced,
Timelessly gazing upon your form.
The lavish diamond jewelry you don,
Proudly sparkling in the light,
Lays gently upon your entire mass.
Like the first snow on natures hair.
Even the dreadlocks you often model
Come in a variety of dyes.
The bold reds, fierce purples, and subtle oranges
Serve to accent your jade figure.
Since the beginning of our romance
You've brought back genuine joy to my smile,
Returned imagination to my mind
And restored the authenticity in my laugh.
You bring a pleasant dimmer to my scrutiny
Of the world
And a new appreciation for flavor
As well as insightful enhancements
To the nuances of euphonious melodies.
You massage away the worries between my ears,
Unlike anything I've ever had before,
Until my burden simply melts off my shoulders.
And for that, I thank you.
Unfortunately, our audacious relationship
Must now be put on hold,
For despite the many delights I gleam
From our tumultuous love affair,
The fact of the matter is:
I can't lean on you.
Feelings of melancholy
Overwhelm me when I consider
A cessation of our forbidden liaisons
Yet, it is that very sensation
That has caused me to review
The viability of our affiliation.
Though you willingly cleanse my mind
Of fearful preoccupations,
My self concept requires clarity.
The distinctiveness of my psyche
Has been fogged for too long
By my consistent entanglement
In you.
And I must runaway now
Before I can no longer see the mirror
Through the smoke.
One day
We will be able to resume our fine partnership,
And rekindle the persistent flame
To regain the familiarity we once knew.
And when that dawn comes
I will fall into your caress without hesitation,
But until that fateful morning
I must extinguish my flame
And sleep alone.
Always Yours,
D
Monday, January 10, 2011
Down the Rabbit Hole
Tumble down the rabbit hole.
Search through Wonderland,
The cavern of the unreal,
Falling deep into the colorful darkness,
A bottomless crevice,
Overflowing with the entropy
Of minds.
Formerly static structures flow smooth
As water in a river,
Swinging with the jazz,
And shape shifting in the wind.
Chilling auditory tones
Melt over waiting tongues,
And caress the gentle skin
That protects delicate convictions.
Even the constructs of time,
Bound by fundamentals of arithmetics and physics,
As mathematically consistent and dependable
As the simplest equation,
Lose order.
Reason is thrown
Into a purgatory of contradiction,
Leaving Unadulterated emotions
In alienation
To decode external stimuli.
Empty rooms fill with shadows,
Causing those who entered foolishly
To abandon hope
That the world will right itself,
That consistency will return,
And the universe will once again adhere
To the laws that once brought to it
Coherence.
Self induced psychedelic psychosis.
Sanity slips from the ledge
It was precariously settled upon,
Dazed by the senseless hysteria,
And swiftly spirals back upon itself;
Leaving in its wake
An enigma of meaningful moments
And answerless questions.
What is illusion
When minds eye
Effortlessly turns ideas into reality,
Filling mental vacancy with suppressed images?
Silhouettes of painted warriors from centuries past,
Fiendishly wielding their iron tools of war,
Fall into a trance,
And sinisterly cavort to the vibration
Of modern pulses.
Subconscious images cloud the senses
Creating a psychological fog of war
Just as questions
Of the variability of being
And cerebral lucidity
Curse the sighted with a veil
Of ambiguity.
Who am I
If my paradigms shift,
Mindsets alter effortlessly,
Core life tenants become forgotten creeds
And concepts of identity become situational?
While mirrors may reflect
The physical image of self
The glass can only feature
An external guise.
Deaf, Dumb, and Blind
To the viscera of character.
The once crisp visage of self,
Forged through years of action
And conscious inaction,
Shatters.
Causing the aloof and intrinsically rich
To seek an altar,
Beyond the reflective pool of pride,
Before he drowns in the treacherous waters
Of self worship.
What is real
When pure perception
And sensory information
Can meld with the subconscious
Into a blend of the tangible and the abstract,
The conceptual and physical
Until the two are indistinguishable?
Formless demons materialize from freed minds,
Dancing, taunting, and teasing.
Prodding the unsuspecting into eccentricity
And mania.
Night Stars shine bright enough to be heard by ears.
The sky's gentle bells conspicuously ringing
And mobile heavenly bodies bring with them
A chorus of screams,
Asking,
Why?
Why venture down the rabbit hole?
Why the red pill?
Why the rejection of yesterdays blissful ignorance?
Free from chaos.
Bound by tradition.
Predetermined by history.
Ordered.
Finally emerge from the prison of cognition,
Both burdened and uplifted
By the experience of melting realities,
And the knowledge of unstable existence,
And begin eternally cross-examining
The self prescription to go
Down the rabbit hole.
Search through Wonderland,
The cavern of the unreal,
Falling deep into the colorful darkness,
A bottomless crevice,
Overflowing with the entropy
Of minds.
Formerly static structures flow smooth
As water in a river,
Swinging with the jazz,
And shape shifting in the wind.
Chilling auditory tones
Melt over waiting tongues,
And caress the gentle skin
That protects delicate convictions.
Even the constructs of time,
Bound by fundamentals of arithmetics and physics,
As mathematically consistent and dependable
As the simplest equation,
Lose order.
Reason is thrown
Into a purgatory of contradiction,
Leaving Unadulterated emotions
In alienation
To decode external stimuli.
Empty rooms fill with shadows,
Causing those who entered foolishly
To abandon hope
That the world will right itself,
That consistency will return,
And the universe will once again adhere
To the laws that once brought to it
Coherence.
Self induced psychedelic psychosis.
Sanity slips from the ledge
It was precariously settled upon,
Dazed by the senseless hysteria,
And swiftly spirals back upon itself;
Leaving in its wake
An enigma of meaningful moments
And answerless questions.
What is illusion
When minds eye
Effortlessly turns ideas into reality,
Filling mental vacancy with suppressed images?
Silhouettes of painted warriors from centuries past,
Fiendishly wielding their iron tools of war,
Fall into a trance,
And sinisterly cavort to the vibration
Of modern pulses.
Subconscious images cloud the senses
Creating a psychological fog of war
Just as questions
Of the variability of being
And cerebral lucidity
Curse the sighted with a veil
Of ambiguity.
Who am I
If my paradigms shift,
Mindsets alter effortlessly,
Core life tenants become forgotten creeds
And concepts of identity become situational?
While mirrors may reflect
The physical image of self
The glass can only feature
An external guise.
Deaf, Dumb, and Blind
To the viscera of character.
The once crisp visage of self,
Forged through years of action
And conscious inaction,
Shatters.
Causing the aloof and intrinsically rich
To seek an altar,
Beyond the reflective pool of pride,
Before he drowns in the treacherous waters
Of self worship.
What is real
When pure perception
And sensory information
Can meld with the subconscious
Into a blend of the tangible and the abstract,
The conceptual and physical
Until the two are indistinguishable?
Formless demons materialize from freed minds,
Dancing, taunting, and teasing.
Prodding the unsuspecting into eccentricity
And mania.
Night Stars shine bright enough to be heard by ears.
The sky's gentle bells conspicuously ringing
And mobile heavenly bodies bring with them
A chorus of screams,
Asking,
Why?
Why venture down the rabbit hole?
Why the red pill?
Why the rejection of yesterdays blissful ignorance?
Free from chaos.
Bound by tradition.
Predetermined by history.
Ordered.
Finally emerge from the prison of cognition,
Both burdened and uplifted
By the experience of melting realities,
And the knowledge of unstable existence,
And begin eternally cross-examining
The self prescription to go
Down the rabbit hole.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Afflicted
My soul affliction
Is an herbal addiction
Psychologically bound
To inhaling
Unlike Clinton
Cause Sobriety causes Insomnia
And part time mania
But grass
Makes me couch sink
Like Lusitania
Countless dubs and zips
Hotboxed in our whips
And THC clouds
Slowly escape
From fat nigga lips
Always blowing Os
Smoke coming out my nose
Chilling with my stoners,
My potheads,
Reefer hos
It curses me and gifts me
Knocks me down and lifts me
The chain that binds
And the wings
That free me
Flicking bics like weezy
And if outside gets breezy
We'll relocate
to the bathroom
So we can sesh easy
Now towel that door
Pack some more
Overflow that bowl
And keep lighting that shit
Til our lungs get sore
Is an herbal addiction
Psychologically bound
To inhaling
Unlike Clinton
Cause Sobriety causes Insomnia
And part time mania
But grass
Makes me couch sink
Like Lusitania
Countless dubs and zips
Hotboxed in our whips
And THC clouds
Slowly escape
From fat nigga lips
Always blowing Os
Smoke coming out my nose
Chilling with my stoners,
My potheads,
Reefer hos
It curses me and gifts me
Knocks me down and lifts me
The chain that binds
And the wings
That free me
Flicking bics like weezy
And if outside gets breezy
We'll relocate
to the bathroom
So we can sesh easy
Now towel that door
Pack some more
Overflow that bowl
And keep lighting that shit
Til our lungs get sore
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