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Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
Running like a bunny with his tail on fire.
feeling - I understand.
Wasing the where of what
throwing the football. But instead
howling alternately
Losing my sight, losing my mind, i wish somebody would tell me im fine. I never realized i was spread too thin untill it was too late and i was empty within. Hungry, feeding on chaos and living on sin.
Losing his hair. Ms. Chase and me,
All of your brain cells rotting from weed, feeling like if you ain't got it life's not as complete.
Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed) - Gandalf came by.
i said abooshnosh
To burning my father to the ground.
I don't got to show you no stinkin' bahdges!
Fhat thouding do're.
Shakin' like a bowl of soup and make your body loop-de-loop.
What's a gom jabbar?
Being, be bold and venture to be wise.
I eat too much. I drink to much. A greedy selfish such-n-such. But when I wrap my turban on my mind is clear, I'm 'Baba Lon'.
I couldn't do no yodelin', so I turned to howlin'. And it's done me just fine.
From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.
Embracing the torture, as I'm assaulted by my own thoughts. Like a locust giving birth to earworms. Eeeeew!
Life ... it's like gettin' a blueberry muffin in a coffeeshop when what you ordered was the apricot-nut. There aren't any apricots or nuts in it, and you can get tied up in knots just thinkin' about what you're missin', when the smarter thing to do is realize that blueberries have a nice taste, too.
TING-A-LING, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Winning, you can overlook so many things.
The Feeling Being
These things are your becoming.
Subhan'Allah. It is in the process of 'losing' that we are given.
Awe is the best drug in the world
Hough I have to say nothing beats Type O mixed with a little cannabis." A muscle worked in David's jaw. "You're stoned?"
"Not Really," I said. "Though I do have a strange craving for pizza. Extra garlic.
Sleeping. The word came out with an adorable lack of anything resembling an L, closer to something you'd do with a broom than in a bed.
Net neutrality: The only two words that promise more boredom in the English language are 'featuring Sting,'
I be getting high just to balance out the lows.
Making love with his ego.
It never ends, the bruise
of being
Being near you, Brooklyn ... it's like breathing. I don't have a choice about it; I just have to do it or I know I won't survive very long.
Moderation in all things - including moderation.
A Waft of Cheese
Canoodling, I see.
Rappers can't sleep, need sleepin',
B.I.G. keep creepin',
Bullets heat-seekin',
Casualties need treatin',
Dumb rappers need teachin'.
What are you
some kind of addict? Is this where you come to ...
Childhood smells of perfume and brownies.
Pizza... It's what America's having for dinner!
Kissing Mother Superior, incompetent, hairball, poppy seeds, on the can.
If Justin Beiber was 7 feet tall, he'd look like [Meyers Leonard] that.
Rush Limbaugh, who has made a career preaching that anybody who does drugs has got to go right to jail - do not pass go, no questions asked, right to jail - gets caught doing thirty oxycontin a day. Thirty oxycontin?! Do you have any idea how high that is?! I don't, and I've been pretty high!
A yawning repetitiveness as of a man who knows few words but will not stop talking.
BONG-BOOP-BOOP-BEEP-BEEP-BOOP-BOOP-BEEP PLAP PLEEP PLWAAAAAAANG SCREEEEWAAAAAA KLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESHWAAAANG GLAW CEGLAW SSCHHEHEHHEHEHHHHHHHHHHWHHHHHHHHH
If you must know, he said 'my goodness me, a walking potato
I'm Bam Margera. And I feel like kicking my dad's butt all day today.
Fightning without Hope. It's no way to live its just a way to die.
The lie that started it all.
seeing Darija or doing anything but my
passing insults back and forth, as if they were biscuits.
Bob's talent, such as it is, consists entirely of the few unconscious charms of youth: its energy, audacity and complete inability to recognize its own shortcomings.
I'm kind of like Britney Spears having a headache. Everybody wants to know about it.
Stefan G. Bucher is a man possessed.
I'm not on drugs, Ben. I'm having an existential crisis.
Right here, you're killing me.
stuff and nonsense
The inexorable boredom that is at the core of life.
It's nonstop Ben Harper in my apartment.
Banality is sometimes striking.
Glenn Beck is Rush redux - Limbaugh with liposuction, partying like it's still 1993.
Life, this endless conversation with yourself. Silent in sanity, audible in madness.
Death's brother, sleep.
Being. Not being. Giving in. Holding out. No matter what I do, it hurts.
To endure the pain of living, we all drug ourselves more or less with gin, with literature, with superstitions, with romance, with idealism, political, sentimental, and moral, with every possible preparation of that universal hashish: imagination.
I was a militant smoker, and in my case, I think I particularly used smoking because what I felt was a kind of politically correct big brother assault on smoking.
Here. Tea." Reagan hands me a steaming mug. One sip tells me it's not just tea.
"You spiked the drink of an injured person," I state flatly, the alcohol burning in my throat.
"Who does that?"
"It's better than what a lame horse gets,
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.
Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe.
turning men into dribbling, fumbling jackasses and controlling the world and shit." "Controlling
Being words, being lips that bleed.
Making. A habit requires no decision from me, because I've already decided.
Killing Intel, I, I just had to resign from the Apple Board.
rabid tush patrol
Making love in the green grass behind the stadium with you my brown eyed girl.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
Kissing babies and hugging fat girls.
Brooklyn is a big fat blob with its own ugly shape across from Manhattan; it looks like Jabba the Hutt counting his money.
I get furious at stairways, furious at doors, at
walls, furious at everyday life which interferes with the continuity of
ecstasy.
my brother's cognac and tobacco talk
Mexican marijuana, which he called the schoolboy's consolation.
OMFGEIGHTPOUNDBABYJESUSONAPOGOSTICK WHAT?
Its the shingaling, baby!
piece of Turkey carpet
Radio ... that wonderful invention by which I can reach millions of people ... who fortunately can't reach me.
Trying to chase that old white man out of my head. I been so busy thinking bout him I never truly notice nothing God make. Not a blade of corn (how it do that?) not the color purple (where it come from?). Not the little wildflowers. Nothing.
This blessed gift of smoking!
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
Old Fashioned Boston Brown Bread
doting, the guy on the sideline at
What's in that pipe that he's smoking?
Burnin marijuana pon di corner, It keep me calmer, It mek me smarter. Burnin pon di highway, its the highest grade, gettin into my head.
Preparing for the ups and downs of life.
Game: The end.
Addiction: It begins.
Bulgy Bears," said
I smoke on the mic like Smokin' Joe Frazier,
The hell raiser, raisin' hell with the flavor.
What's brown and sounds like a bell? DUNG!