I notice when I’m blunted I give less of a fuck, most of you would think that’s troublin cause you scared to be free, I smoke a lot and it gives me what I need, sedation of my ego while my mind takes a vacation, peace.
It’s strange being human sometimes. We want the best of all worlds. I want publicity but I want privacy. I want this but I want that too. I am being honest. I want them all. Perhaps that is being human — not knowing, and just doing. It’s what I do best. Just do. God. I pray that I find it soon. My way out. It’s there. The perfect world. The perfect way. I know I can make it. It will happen.