Now what...

It seems the only thing left to do is meditate... No booze, no pot...
I miss my vices, but really, they didn't solve all my problems... But
sheesh, this depression I get... It's too much. I can't even meditate
my way out of it... Shit, I want to sneak out of my house and around
the back of the fence and grab my stash from inside the tree I put it
in. But my parents will hear me. They have super powerful hearing and
sense of smell... Dammit. Where to now... I have to go far from
reality... Fuck it, this is just addictive bullshit. I obviously need
to learn to get by without my vices... Why? Because people expect me
to... Get a job. Get married. Have kids... No way could I do these
things... Not when I can hardly get by... I'm too crazy. I need to
find general labour work, nothing where you need to think. Maybe I
should work for the council... Physical work I can do. The trick is to
pretend to be dumb, but sometimes I am naturally dumb. And I need to
find a girl thats just as crazy as me... But I ain't having kids
unless I love her... But then again, I really shouldn't.

On May 22, 9:57 am, Lix Tetrax <scopethel...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> It seems the only thing left to do is meditate... No booze, no pot...
> I miss my vices, but really, they didn't solve all my problems... But
> sheesh, this depression I get... It's too much. I can't even meditate
> my way out of it... Shit, I want to sneak out of my house and around
> the back of the fence and grab my stash from inside the tree I put it
> in. But my parents will hear me. They have super powerful hearing and
> sense of smell... Dammit. Where to now... I have to go far from
> reality... Fuck it, this is just addictive bullshit. I obviously need
> to learn to get by without my vices... Why? Because people expect me
> to... Get a job. Get married. Have kids... No way could I do these
> things... Not when I can hardly get by... I'm too crazy. I need to
> find general labour work, nothing where you need to think. Maybe I
> should work for the council... Physical work I can do. The trick is to
> pretend to be dumb, but sometimes I am naturally dumb. And I need to
> find a girl thats just as crazy as me... But I ain't having kids
> unless I love her... But then again, I really shouldn't.

Ah, life. It is confusing. This is the reason people are content with
settling down into something, anything, bearable with their jobs and
spouses.

Hey Gelly. I'm completely scoobied by life... I can't seem to be able
to settle. Shit I'm just chasing my tail round and round. Hows things?

Pot will get you chasing your tail. It's no vitamin.

On Thu, 22 May 2008 07:57:35 -0700 (PDT), Lix Tetrax
<scopethelobe@hotmail.com> wrote:

>
> It seems the only thing left to do is meditate... No booze, no pot...
>I miss my vices, but really, they didn't solve all my problems... But
>sheesh, this depression I get... It's too much. I can't even meditate
>my way out of it... Shit, I want to sneak out of my house and around
>the back of the fence and grab my stash from inside the tree I put it
>in. But my parents will hear me. They have super powerful hearing and
>sense of smell... Dammit. Where to now... I have to go far from
>reality... Fuck it, this is just addictive bullshit. I obviously need
>to learn to get by without my vices... Why? Because people expect me
>to... Get a job. Get married. Have kids... No way could I do these
>things... Not when I can hardly get by... I'm too crazy. I need to
>find general labour work, nothing where you need to think. Maybe I
>should work for the council... Physical work I can do. The trick is to
>pretend to be dumb, but sometimes I am naturally dumb. And I need to
>find a girl thats just as crazy as me... But I ain't having kids
>unless I love her... But then again, I really shouldn't

You have two options.

Move out. Your roof your rules.

OR

Convince your parents that MJ is medicinal.
I abosultely believe that that's true (for some not all)
If they hear it from a "profession" it sounds more legit.


I recommend work if you can. Preferably one of those jobs where if you
show up stoned they really don't care 'cause 65% of everyone else is.

Good Luck. ( And do your best to not set yourself up for a fall. Go to
an airport and say you have a bomb. They won't take "Just kidding" as
an excuse. Try not to let dark thoughts become manifest.)

P.S. Speaking of dark thoughts; looks like (in or around) september is
when thing'll get interesting with Iran.

P.S.S. What's with all the alien stuff lately. The vatican says it's
OK to believe in little green men. The UK is releasing all it's UFO
files. What kind of distraction are they planning?!?



Brian

________________________________

All I want to say to you is:

de-do-do-do, de-da-da-da

"Third_LOOP_Left" <Third@LOOP.Left> wrote in message
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> Convince your parents that MJ is medicinal.
> I abosultely believe that that's true (for some not all)
> If they hear it from a "profession" it sounds more legit.

In some countries marijuana is legal for medicinal use, but there's lots of
red tape in getting some.

The Bibble Guy
"Be a fruit and divide." - The Bibble

On Thu, 22 May 2008 07:57:35 -0700 (PDT), Lix Tetrax
<scopethelobe@hotmail.com> wrote:

>
> It seems the only thing left to do is meditate... No booze, no pot...
>I miss my vices, but really, they didn't solve all my problems... But
>sheesh, this depression I get... It's too much. I can't even meditate
>my way out of it... Shit, I want to sneak out of my house and around
>the back of the fence and grab my stash from inside the tree I put it
>in. But my parents will hear me. They have super powerful hearing and
>sense of smell... Dammit. Where to now... I have to go far from
>reality... Fuck it, this is just addictive bullshit. I obviously need
>to learn to get by without my vices... Why? Because people expect me
>to... Get a job. Get married. Have kids... No way could I do these
>things... Not when I can hardly get by... I'm too crazy. I need to
>find general labour work, nothing where you need to think. Maybe I
>should work for the council... Physical work I can do. The trick is to
>pretend to be dumb, but sometimes I am naturally dumb. And I need to
>find a girl thats just as crazy as me... But I ain't having kids
>unless I love her... But then again, I really shouldn't.

I married a girl as crazy as me and 3 years later we are divorced.

"Lix Tetrax" <scopethelobe@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:85c6cf6b-2b57-48ea-9167-265bb8f04688@b9g2000prh.googlegroups.com...
>
> Hey Gelly. I'm completely scoobied by life... I can't seem to be able
> to settle. Shit I'm just chasing my tail round and round. Hows things?

scoobie snack, Lix?

On May 23, 3:00*pm, "Woodsy Owl" <no...@nowhere.com> wrote:
> "Lix Tetrax" <scopethel...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
>
> news:85c6cf6b-2b57-48ea-9167-265bb8f04688@b9g2000prh.googlegroups.com...
>
>
>
> > Hey Gelly. I'm completely scoobied by life... I can't seem to be able
> > to settle. Shit I'm just chasing my tail round and round. Hows things?
>
> scoobie snack, Lix?

Res Rease, Ri Rove Roobie Racks! hehe.

"Lix Tetrax" <scopethelobe@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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On May 23, 3:00 pm, "Woodsy Owl" <no...@nowhere.com> wrote:
> "Lix Tetrax" <scopethel...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
>
> news:85c6cf6b-2b57-48ea-9167-265bb8f04688@b9g2000prh.googlegroups.com...
>
>
>
> > Hey Gelly. I'm completely scoobied by life... I can't seem to be able
> > to settle. Shit I'm just chasing my tail round and round. Hows things?
>
> scoobie snack, Lix?

> Res Rease, Ri Rove Roobie Racks! hehe.

Anyone here think Scooby Doo was the ultimate skeptic show? Every apparently
supernatural mystery turned out to have a scientific explanation.

The Bibble Guy
"Be a fruit and divide." - The Bibble

No booze no pot:. Life. Style.

Patrick Ashley Meuser"-Bianca"
Cyberneticist
http://www.usag-ac.info
"Lix Tetrax" <scopethelobe@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:f33ced26-ecb8-4adb-946b-760715ab230d@x19g2000prg.googlegroups.com...
>
> It seems the only thing left to do is meditate... No booze, no pot...
> I miss my vices, but really, they didn't solve all my problems... But
> sheesh, this depression I get... It's too much. I can't even meditate
> my way out of it... Shit, I want to sneak out of my house and around
> the back of the fence and grab my stash from inside the tree I put it
> in. But my parents will hear me. They have super powerful hearing and
> sense of smell... Dammit. Where to now... I have to go far from
> reality... Fuck it, this is just addictive bullshit. I obviously need
> to learn to get by without my vices... Why? Because people expect me
> to... Get a job. Get married. Have kids... No way could I do these
> things... Not when I can hardly get by... I'm too crazy. I need to
> find general labour work, nothing where you need to think. Maybe I
> should work for the council... Physical work I can do. The trick is to
> pretend to be dumb, but sometimes I am naturally dumb. And I need to
> find a girl thats just as crazy as me... But I ain't having kids
> unless I love her... But then again, I really shouldn't.