Current Mood: Hits from the Bong by Cypress Hill


Another piece that confirms that which I already knew about sapiosexuality

A great piece that aligns to my own views of “Not Want[ing] to do Ancestral Medicine with White People” (esp pretendians)

Ode to Greens

Hard work good, and hard work fine
But first take care of health
I let that gangia enter me then *poof* positive energy
I’m singing this whole thing wrong because I’m high
And if I don’t sell one copy I’ll know why
People come, people go
Some grow young, some grow cold
I woke up in between
A memory and a dream
It’s California Love, this California bud 
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
Never the less, I’m hella fresh
Rollin’ joints like a cigarette 
Ahora estoy pal’ krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy
También tenemos kush, kush, kush, kush, kush
Love the sky
And I soar up so high
O minha maloca
Minha larica
Minha cachaça
Minha cadeia
Minha vagabunda
O minha vida

I totally forgot Nirvana taught me something about MJ and sex

“Our critique began as all critiques begin: with doubt. Doubt became our narrative. Ours was a quest for a new story, our own. And we grasped toward this new history driven by the suspicion that ordinary language couldn’t tell it. Our past appeared frozen in the distance, and our every gesture and accent signified the negation of the old world and the reach for a new one. The way we lived created a new situation, one of exuberance and friendship, that of a subversive microsociety, in the heart of a society which ignored it. Art was not the goal but the occasion and the method for locating our specific rhythm and buried possibilities of our time. The discovery of a true communication was what it was about, or at least the quest for such a communication. The adventure of finding it and losing it. We the unappeased, the unaccepting continued looking, filling in the silences with our own wishes, fears and fantasies. Driven forward by the fact that no matter how empty the world seemed, no matter how degraded and used up the world appeared to us, we knew that anything was still possible. And, given the right circumstances, a new world was just as likely as an old one.”

 – Chimpanzee (S. Fitch)

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