you get the idea.
and that word is…
… fingering.
i am completely incapable of controlling computers when i’m high. something always goes wrong – why? it’s like when i’m stoned i emit a different electromagnetic signature; one that’s harmful to complex electronic devices such as laptops and phones.
it doesn’t help that almost all modern apps are a pile of steaming shit. either you learn a whole sign-language of non-intuitive gestures or every basic control is fifty clicks deep down a fucking vertical dot dot dot. what was wrong with drop-down menus? am i getting old?
i hope a global EMP wipes out all technology some day soon. it’ll be worth the war and famine and civilisational collapse just to be rid of these shitty apps.
willpower, that is, to do shit that i don’t want to do.
when it comes to doing stuff that i do want to do; stoned, i’m fucking indefatigable.
don’t ask me to explain it.
this is the point at which my relationship with drugs started to get complicated.
being depressed strips you of yourself. and when you start to stop being depressed you have to make it up as you go along. nothing remains from before.
this can sometimes happen too, on rare occasions.
this is more likely. lately, though, not so much.
i’m feeling good. i’m not sure why. and i haven’t so much as blown a bubble in weeks.
remember
… if you’re not enough without it, you’ll never be enough with it.
Irving ‘Irv’ Blitzer – Cool Runnings (1993)
still, there’s a reason i fuck with this shit.
it’s something to do with thinking differently.
thinking about thinking differently.
try this.
think about
not thinking about
not thinking
don’t think
don’t not think
what are you doing?
are you thinking
or not
thinking about thinking
not thinking about thinking
thinking about not thinking
not thinking about not thinking
thinking
or not thinking
because fuck realistic life plans
i’m here to dream
i’m here to smoke weed and write
and write about smoking weed
i was put on this erf to smoke poetry and write weed and i'm all out of poetry