frontal cortex:
2009-05-14

Every so often, I'll get higher than a firecracker. And every single fucking time I think that all truths and meaning are merely riddles that I can disentangle with my high ass never-ending-revolving-door blabberings. It's not that I'm devastatingly existential as I believed I was last night, it's just that I smoked some really, really good shit. It's not that I'm so vastly intelligent that I could cradle the mysteries of the universe in the palm of my frontal cortex, it's just that I know how to roll a doobie and pack a bowl.

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