Adventure Time

Yes, I love the show too, but that's not what I'm here to talk about.

You are about to embark on an adventure with me. See, I've never written high before, and instead of doing my physics homework and studying for my math exam, I have decided to pack a bowl and see where it takes me. Feel free to join me.
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Before I continue on, I must recommend some music. If you smoke pot and appreciate music, try out Alea Minerva for a chill, mesmerizing, magical sound. All their shit is free! Don't drop your jaw yet, there's more! G-eazy writes, records and produces some of the greatest hip hop I've ever heard... all for free!

On with the show... I'm already very high. The cloudy yet sporadic thoughts, the heavy eyelids, the most-noticeable red eyes and last but not least the infamous cottonmouth that puts up a better fight than Mike Tyson. Ha. I read that last sentence and wonder how anybody reading could think smoking pot is fun.

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I continue to climb this... lost my thought. Had to delete a song. Fucking horrible. My apologies. I continue to climb this scale of highness. I picture an elevator rising, but instead of floor numbers, words like "High", "Super High", "Baked". The elevator plays a soft ding every floor I pass. "Stoned", "Ripped", "High-as-Tits". That last one is my favorite. The elevator dings loudly and it stops.

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I can't fucking wait to see this when I'm sober. How silly do I seem? Am I an different on paper when I'm high? Perhaps. The cottonmouth's wrath continues. I spy with my little eyes Canada Dry Cranberry Ginger Ale across the room. Negative. Too far. Even the PS1 can't tempt me...

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I think, secretly, I want to be Hunter Thompson. I mean, look at he guy.
Fucking badass. You'll recognize him from his book "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" that was made into the movie starring Johnny Depp. I just went all film-geek on you. What now, bitch. Anywho, he was a reporter that lived a crazy life. Watch the movie, you'll understand.

My bowl is out, but there's no need to pack another.

I'm losing train of thought and I'm getting tired. Dammit.

God damn, I have zero cohesive thoughts when I'm high! I just read what I've written thus far, and it's so random. I must have ADD or something like that. It's uncontrollable. Maybe it's the OCD? Definitely have that. Mom does too. I have an insatiable need to straighten things, clean things, line things up, but when it comes to things like school, I don't experience the same hunger. *fake sobs* I just want to be normal!

But what the fuck is "normal"? I don't believe in this concept that there's norm. We are all instilled, trained if you will, with these preconceived notions about what is supposed to be and what isn't. Blah blah blah. That shit's stupid. Why isn't someone who smokes weed normal? Because they've veered away from the same old ancient standards. Why do we strive to be normal? What about all that wacked out shit that you taught us when we were young about being yourself and not worrying about what other people think? For once, you were right! And now, more than ever, that individualistic mentality is to be throw to the wind. We (as a society) wear what's "in style". We download what's "trending". FTS. Maybe that's a new one for you. I like to think I invented it. FTS = Fuck That Shit. But seriously, everything from music to our everyday lives conforms to a certain "preconceived notion". It's boring. It's stale. It's played out. Do your own thing. Do what YOU want to do. And that, my child, is my lecture for today. Haha

Well I'm getting tired and I still need to get rid of this absurdly large high.

Peace