Hookers or Cake

Dallas!

JR discovers the secret.

This is my 2 minute manifesto.

My endless song of love!

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“Hey, have you ever gotten so high that you opened a whole ton of tabs on your computer and then you forgot you were a sentient being that lives in time and space? Dude, that happens to me, uh… I mean, John Adams all the time.” - Thomas Jefferson

Just look at his picture, TJ was totally baked 24/7. And he was a pretty sweet bro, aside from being a slave owning rapist… and a baby killer. Seriously, this one time, Jefferson like totally killed my baby.

The gingerbread crackhouse came out pretty nicely.

Can’t wait to smoke it.

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“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

- Hunter S. Thompson

Don’t worry! We’ll call that fancy rehab place in the morning and you’ll be back to feeling like your old self in no time. Just be quiet now and rest and let me take care of everything.

While you’re getting clean I’ll fix up the old El Camino and we’ll drive on down to Belize when you get out. Then we’ll camp in huts on the beach and take those gel caps I’ve been saving, lay in the sun until our faces melt off, and then merge into the cosmic… no? Of course you’ll still be able to do psychedelics baby, those aren’t drugs. They’re just windows into the roaring heart of reality.

I love you too biscuit lips, now don’t worry, we’ll get through this.

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Happy 4th of July!

nundahell:

Robert Frank.  Super 8.  The g.d. Rolling Stones.

Fun fact: this was probably filmed within a coupla’ months of my birth.  Hard to imagine that I co-existed with this world, in any way.

Fucking hell - Exile gets me high - like a magic spell - that never ends

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The Beach Boys (featuring Mike Love & John Stamos) played after the Florida Marlins baseball game this past Saturday night. “Those are not the real Beach Boys,” I explained to a small red headed child in KISS make-up.

Small Child: Are they robots?

Me: (drunk and 39) No. They are a hologram of our suffering.

Small Child: Like fake ghosts?

Me: (excited) YES YES! Fake Ghosts that haunt state fairs and mall openings…

Small Child: They’re not very scary.

Me: I know, its a shame isn’t it.

I then lit a cigarette and was repeatedly tasered and pummeled by security forces. Kokomo was playing. And just before I lost consciousness I swore I saw Brian Wilson’s smiling face in the sky, giving me a big thumbs up.

The Buddha opened his eyes and saw the stoner sitting before him. The stoner was holding a white lotus and smiling like he’d just eaten a plate full of delightful snacks off the devils ass.

The Buddha nodded in acknowledgement to the stoner and the stoner bowed before the Buddha and went on his way.

…later, one of the Buddha’s disciples asked about the exchange. The Buddha replied, “I don’t fucking know dude… that guy was high as shit. He’s probably 6 miles deep in the woods right now getting raped by a bear.”