Self-help and weed
I don't know why suicide is called self-help and i really don't know why the title of this article reads self-help, and of course weed is what I want to think and talk about right now.
Weed. Well for those of us who have not yet tried this shit, I bet I can describe weed is - Loss of ego, due to excessive boost in imagination and logical power and the experience of world through really a different dimension, but a huge loss in retention of those thoughts you have during the intoxication period.
This feels like an another dimension that we had not yet opened our eyes to, and yet it seems like bend down in the current dimensions. We all have been living this reality but so blind.
Every thought is magnified and time vanishes. You could be lost, you could be found. Everything is one.
Weed motivates me. I don't know why, but it simulates my logical instincts as if we need no memorizing and we tread life absorbing specific details of information and simultaneously constructing an entire theory out of the acquired bits. Life is full of puzzles. Programming is full of puzzles. Programming teaches you how to think, how we really think.
It is not important to laugh. Stimulus is important. And there out there you see people bored, upset with life. And they make plans to meet and have fun, and again that superficial excitement of a possible happy day, and there is no stimulus. All these fake goals we chase, they have nothing in store for us. All that is important, is a stimulus. Do hell with your girlfriend, all I care about is puzzles. Do hell with your relationship, all I want is sex, and it is my stimulus. The source os sex doesn't matter to me, altho I get stimulated with unethical situations and all but none the less, go for the ultimate. See it be it. This whole showing the world I am happy to get involved with similar show freaks in the hopes of one day living a happy life is worthless. We have got our internal compass within us. We got out intuitive selves to tell us which food is good to eat and which is not. We have got our internal compass to guide us to the truth that excites us.
love, live, write
and smoke weed :-)

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