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its 4:20 im not high but slightly drunk though it would be so easy to just pack a bowl im considering a t-break. have you ever heard that quotation something like flip a coin and at that exact moment the coin is in the air you will realize what it is you wanted all along. i get that feeling each time i consider a t-break or quitting altogether. its a farce - its staged bogus foreplay for an event that won't be realized anyway like when i used to think masturbation was a sin because thats what the respected authority figures at my school were telling us at the time same thing with weed in this country really but i think sometimes i smoke too much i overdo it and it doesnt make me feel the same way anymore im sure a lot of people go through that just search t-break on google. but nobody i know IRL, anecdotedly or with my own eyes, has ever said something about taking a t-break or the decline in amount of pleasure taken from a bowl. it can't be just me complaining about it but when i first started tripping i would stare at a picture for half an hour or think about the way mirrors work and the evolution of 5 fingers on our hands or most recently the evolution of language and speech through tribe-like mentalities and the way air goes through vocal chords like a woodwind and the way we mere animals aggregate and dissemenate information and those with the best and most important and most amounts of imformation - the president, google, ceo's etc are the ones with the most absolute power over the rest and its all handed down and then i started thinking about teaching english post-secondarily which is the job im aiming for right now and how much power that has and how again the languages are passed through tribes - english tribe, spanish tribe, but those romance languages all start to sound alike when stoned esp spanish and english you can almost picture the phonemes like shapes above your heard, but the most fun is a language like chinese which has nothing to do with english that is truly listening to the creative tongue teeth woodwind instruments of a million generations alive in one mouth
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