Nietze once said...

[weedguru_animal]

When I listen to this song, tears appear, on the Inside as well as the Out. Which is a surprise...One I do not turn away from, but one i embrace, because it shows, that I can still FEEL. That there are emotional parts of whatever the fuck I am, which are REAL. and THIS is why, I stand firm, and repeat the track, to repeat the crying, the physical reaction to words which should in no easily understandable way, affect me so profoundly. For why should I cry??? When I gave up crying last year. I thought all my tears has been cried, and what was left, was just a shell, a frame, a stencil, of what a man once was. But instead...FEELING remains. which is something I am now grabbing at, I am as ecnouraged by, as I am perplexed by it's grief. Maybe I did really love Her. Maybe I loved them all, and this recent efforts of nothing more than dick and mind, has hurt me more deeply than I assumed it could.

This is a call to my brethren...not just the known in the flesh, but ANYONE who can feel me...for a smoke signal, nothing more, to inspire in me, a sensation, that I am not alone. Because if I am alone, riding this bike with no brakes, where is my safety net, other than in fellow creatures who can sense me, who can understand me...These are not the words of your average, if there is an average, stoner. These are neither the words of your average Drunk, though I drink far too regularly and plentifully to be ever called sober...These are the words of a man, totally aware of ALL of himself, and screaming, roaring, squealing...DO YOU FEEL ME????

I am a million miles away from everyone I love other than a 15 month old maltese shitsu goblin dog named Oscar. Yet, for him, I remain here. Because he deserves my love, and if my love is true, which it is, for him, then I must stay, or take him HOME with me. Anything else is atrocious. its an insult to everything which I hold dear.

So i will continue along this path, for good or ill, avoiding any sobriety test, offering contempt to the fraudulent of character, and my love and respect to those who show something worthy, something interesting, something of value.

nietze, a man, who I despise, for his rrogant views of the uber man, said once, in a rare moment of clarity, that Real Men, need Play and Danger, not Safety AND Routine////and this. I wholeheartedly agree with...