I started smoking weed last Christmas, I kind of developed the spirit of Bob Marley inside of me in a couple of seconds. I have an exam on Saturday morning(haven't studied 'yet') and today I gotta go to a party, cause one of my friends will be playing there. I could be studying right now, but somehow I don't give a shite. It is careless and reckless and all that shit, but I feel wonderful. I smoke weed like American soldiers did in Vietnam! All day every day!
I have also started reading a lot of stuff about UFO. I've been going through some articles recently and started reading books on the subject a few weeks back. I have only read one so fat, but I am currently making progress with the second one. Up to that very moment, by which I mean the moment I took interest in these matters, I kind of thought all these stories of sightings were totally lame and mostly delivered by some drunk donkey-rapists who felt like they need a picture in the newspaper. Judging by that piece of info, you can deduce how unbelievably suprised I found myself to be when I had discovered that these stories have much more to offer. Military sightings, for example Mantell(a pilot with 30 000 hours in the air) noticed an unusual object in the sky while he himself was in his machine searing across our beautiful atmoshphere. He chased this object for about 20 minutes, then it either shot him down or he ascended to high, the latter being enthusiastically denied by Mantell's family members. It is a fact that he himself proclaimed, right after the contact with the unkown object, that he would not reach an altitude exceeding 20 000 meters, for he knew his limits well, after 30 000 hours in the air you probably should. The funniest thing of all is the attitude that the official bodies have taken towards this problem of the heavens. They released an official document which stated that Mantell saw a weather balloon. Later this was disproved by astronomers, because there were no weather balloons in the vicinity of that are in the given time. Then they said he'd seen Venus(contradicted, disproved, rebuted, refuted, negated, denied by many). It is, after all, kind of stupid to say that a pilot with so much experience would not know Venus or a weather ballon from something extraordinary, something almost unbelievable. Also, the fact that this very sighting or 'cat and mouse' play was being watched from the ground by quite a few people, including a military official and an astronomer. Isn't it crazy? Just the idea that there can be hundreds of races in the universe? Some resembling us in structure and some not? But it gets even more crazy, they might not even resemble us in our internal qualities. They might not have developed spirituality, humour, love, empathy or the other way around - atheism, sadness, hatred, apathy. They might just be hundreds, thousands or even mmillions of years ahead of us in technological aspects, they even might have achieved immortality, if the universe allows such a thing. I've been trying to get abducted, but they just don't want me.
There are even some people who claim that we have been frequently observed(visited) by at least FOUR races from outer space. I believe this information has come to us from a Canadian official, so Jeremy and Gayle will have something to say to that.
Despite all my development and huge leaps forwards that I have taken in the last few years, I still believe in masturbation. Maybe if I stopped I'd get a ride with them guys, maybe they don't like masturbation. Do they even have penises and vaginas, or at least something resembling them? There are many women who fucked a horse and such, maybe in the future there will be some sick porn starring aliens. The first one was probably a fake, but you all have to judge it for yourselves. I, for one, believe in the complete authencity of this video. The story seems convincing enough and the narrator gives it a flavor that just screams that it's real.
I have a deeper problem though. I have been listenning to that song "Dust in the Wind" for a few days on repeat and I think the writer got it wrong. I know, the universe is 13.7 billion years old and if you would just try and subtract your age from that number, you would still not even have to change the digit 7. But the authors claim that we are as important as dust in the wind is preposterous. We have been doing nothing but destroying mother earth, our atmosphere and ourselves, by implementing capitalism as a system in which humanity can flourish. The Saharan dust, on the other hand, carries important nutrients to phytoplankton and other aquatic organisms. We all probably know how important PP is for our survival. Shieeet, the dust is more important than us? Seems like we sure know how to use the gift of consciousness. Srsly, if all the people on planet earth started masturbating right now, there would be peace on earth ranging from 30 seconds to a couple of hours, days in the extreme cases.
I want to be poetic, I want to be romantic, but people are no longer like that, not even girls. Shit's getting too weird, I feel like Bodie in The Wire, you know. "I ain't never fucked up a count, never stole off a package, never did some shit that I wasn't told to do. I been straight up. But what come back? Hmm?" If you know what I mean.
“The difference between what the most and the least learned people know is inexpressibly trivial in relation to that which is unknown.” Deep shit right here.
Least but not last
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine,
In one another's being mingle—
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven,
If it disdain'd its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
This is the poem I have memorized and prepared for my anticipated encounter with alien civillizations. I hope the scientists studying my existence will be female, I have nothing against inter-racial, but I kind of can't be homosexual, no matter how hard I've been trying to achieve that.
In fact, this was the last part, I have only rolled two joints for the party tonight, so I have to go now. Rolling in the hay, Young Frankenstein. You people are awesome.