Smoking opens your mind to those hard hitting thoughts you never think about that really don’t matter at all. Yet when you are blazed you think you come up with the most creative and innovative thoughts ever.
Easily amazed by how pretty the sky looks.
What the future will hold. And if I will make it long enough to witness some fricken flying cars.
I just blaze and look at hot pics of chicks on the computer for hours and hours and hours.
I find myself thinking the music my friend made was the best music ever created. Once I come down i realize its complete shit.
All you need is some good visuals aka. EARTH.
I always think its the best idea to go out and take an adventure. hangout in the woods for hours till i run into a bear. or what i thought was a bear. then i return.
Can easily write the best music stoned.
The president comes up with all his new deals when he is high.
I like to play with numchucks when i get stoned. so then i know if i am ever caught off guard blazed i can protect myself. cant be too careful with all these f*cking zombies around.
Benjamin Franklin.. come on he was completely stoned. Why else would he fly a kite out a window with a key attached to it in the lightning. Electricity one of stoners proud moments.
I think of how if I swam growing up I could have been a stoner olympian just like phelps.
I need to touch everything. Why was it made if I couldn’t touch it. So i touch everything.
i like to play with really dangerous heavy machinery.
How bright the sun is, then once admiring it going on an unnecessarily long search for shade.
the sky is the dankest when you’re high. i love looking at clouds. they look like giant sky slugs.
I try to think about living in the movie world and if there was a world where every movie character lived, how characters from separate movies would act around each other. Who would win in a fight, the Bradd Pitt from Fight Club whose really Ed Norton, or the Bradd Pitt from Inglorious Bastards?
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phelps isn’t a stoner he just smokes occasionally he’s an olympic athlete he’s not just a pot head who sits around
The stars at night are sick. find an open field and its some enlightening stuff
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