I wake up this morning with a bowl of weed in my hand…just the bowl, I must have broke the pipe while I was sleeping.   I must have had a hold of the damn thing to break it.  Is it bad to sleep with a pipe in your hand?  I guess it if you don’t wanna break it. I miss Squirt, it was perfect. Last couple days I  have been in great space the last couple days.  The fact I have weed is a major part of that. I  love weed, I mean my mind races so much, when I get a break from that its so much better on me.  R2 is suppose to come over today.  She’s working alot and she doesn’t understand why she so beat all the time.  I had to laugh, girl they call that working for a living.  Im not saying shes not a hard worker or anything .  She is…her and I are alike like that we give our best at work,  if we work. I just loath the fact when I work for someone I’m not making money I’m just surviving. Making money for them. I can’t wait to kill her.

“The Sun is illuminating your key planet Uranus, zapping you with lightning and instantaneously opening your mind to a new perspective”  Thats abit of my horoscope ,  perspective…didn’t I talk about this. Soooooo some asshole is going to shock me and Im going to have a whole new outlook? Heather and  NifSod have been putting so much new music in my head the last couple weeks I haven’t even done to much without music playing as of late.  I did move forward on my house cleaning yesterday, wow no matter what I tried to do I kept getting interupted. I was like wtf can I do this or what so today I think I will get alot done. I hate winter.  A² has been in contact, haven’t seen them in a while.  They kinda got weird on 420 and haven’t seen them since.  So I was glad to hear from one half.  The Shining is in my ears and weed in my head. Im going to head to the Post Office  and get smokes. I know ,this life of my’n is so fucking exciting.

wake n bake : installed  i43h

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[Wild Child] From potspace sent ol PondScum a down set of pics to kick off Violent J’s birthday and tops the second month of “Lette list…feelin Psychopathic”

This 18 yr of sexy red headed Juggalette is from Cambridge, Minnesota. She is an artists  and grows a great crop of weed every year.  Thanks for the pics!

Arielle is up for Miss High Times as well, hook this sexy down Lette some love and vote.

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I know she loves me. I don’t understand why she still treats me this way. If I could go back and change things in the past with her I would.Maybe I would have been good enough. The things she did to me and still to this day never even thinks she did wrong, even laughed about Christmas not to long ago. It always, everytime I finally had to say sorry. I didn’t mean to put that in the house.  I keep thinking I didn’t try enough back then so maybe if I keep trying now maybe they will change. Even tho it leaves me an emotional cripple on that fucking cycle for hours or days afterward. It was nice to have someone put their foot down last night and call me on a few things, put things in perspective for me.

Perspective. I don’t always have the best perspective on the world. I think its realistic…not  in the norm for sure, but is it functional in the world I live in. Perspective, for me is the way your mind translates everything that you know to be true, its electronics synopses  factoring everything to  sum it up as a conclusion thus making the deciding perspective. This is what I feel makes us different from animals. Cognitive thought. Recently I have noticed my vision not as good as it should be. I was told that 40 is the age your eyes go bad. How the fuck is that the case.  Your eyes have a certain time they say fuck it, we want to look out coke bottles till you die. Maybe in one eye.  True enough right near my 40th  birthday I started having problems.  If I must hypothesize and I will. Could this happen as well with perspective, hear me out, your brain cant factor as fast or with as much accuracy at a certain age. Is it the same for all people? Or is perspective something  you can be reminded of  by people around you.  In my mind I think I lost the proper perspective 12 years ago. Recent people in my life R2 being the one that reminded me of the person I was. I will always be greatful to her for that. It will be a sad to see her move. I don’t much like who I had to be to be functional in the world I live in. Since then a long list of people have been a positive forward in my emotional awakening if you will. I’m short of a little red sports car is what I’m starting to sound like. Don’t care.My perspective is intact still, no matter what anyone might think they see. I like who I am working out to be Its been a long time since I have said that. I’m ready. Its just another day. A good day for me. Who am I to judge. I think I might have found some breaks for my cycle.

No Sleep – Lots of Weed: installed

HB V-Jay Think Paint

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The other night I was in paint surfing the net and ended up on stickam.com in the group chat couple Family rooms I like to goto from time to time.  I got kicked out of a room, not abig deal but I didnt know why…and I had a couple beers. So I sent a lil nasty message.

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to view his profile.

Well thank you ohhhhhhh so very much for your input please allow me to retort.

Update ___________________________________ 4-27-09

So this dude sent me a reply. I will say he made some valid points,the shrine thing made me chuckle.  Dude that was the whole point. First off, I want to say the interntet can be for enjoyment. I dont care that you kicked me, I dont care why’s who’s or anything. This web page is for enjoyment of other people. I was just really telling a story to my freinds and making fun of you at the same time. I had a few drinks and ripped an e-mail off to some guy on the internet. Catching me? Anyone elses would have read my e-mail, said dumb ass ,and moved on with their life. The fact that you went to the point of hitting record on your webcam and had the need inside  you to reach out and “correct” me was classic comedy. You did it twice… making it easy, really I dont care if your up , down or sideways. To be honest I didn’t have anything to blog about that day, you were just a waste of my time  and it also gave me an excuse to play with some video editing software. At the very least.  At the most it was entertaining to a few people for however long it took them to see this post.

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The hour before him. In the twilight of the morning the birds chirp, overwheming her already muddled head. The clarity of his reality calms  the agitation of her encumbrance.  Somatic are the two, common of life, common of love ,  uncommon of reality. Nightly digital inevitability of the  interface , the only lifeline for the somatic pair.  She’s convinced he sleeps at this hour. Bustling mind knowing of her conscious does not let sleep come quickly.  His encumbrace of her muddles his lack of slumber. The clarity of her reality calms  the agitation of  him , at peace with the birds chirping in the twilight of dawn. The hour after her.   

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