on ephemerality.

i had a really deep thought earlier today, and i said to myself. shit, i'm gonna write that fucker down.

but you know what, i was stoned as shit and i totally forgot. so this here post is gonna just sorta ramble its way into a coherent thought. coincidence: i am also stoned as shit right now. i almost typed "slow" just there instead of "also", but that would have been equally true.

thoughts really just come and go for me. i swear there's been times when i've been lying in bed at night insomniacking and i've come up with the solutions to every philosophical dilemma that ever was. but i'm too lazy to get up and write it down and the next morning i can't remember a damn thing. note that this could probably only happen if all of the world's philosophical dilemmas could somehow be solved by chee-tos.

i went and smoked a joint in an indian village next to my house today. yes, there is an indian village! when my dog dies i'm gonna bury it there and see if we can't raise us up some dead shit like in that movie. then i'll have to put the satanic dog in the food processor or something, and like maybe knives will start flying around my house and it'll all just be crazy. and then like the whole house will start spewing blood out of like power sockets and shit and probably there'll be demons and whatnot. then linda blair will start pleasuring herself with a crucifix. who even fuckin knows. like when you live in a house thats fuckin seconds literally seconds from some ancient crazy mystical shit, you gotta be prepared for these things.

but i've got the feeling that they prolly just hit up the ol' sweat lodge and smoked some green tobacco and told each other crazy stories. that's my kind of religion; you get high on drugs and talk about shit with your friends. well fuck me, suddenly getting to church just isn't a problem! did you know that, for all the shit surrounding the tobacco companies "adding" nicotine to their cigarettes, the entire process by which tobacco is cured is a process to remove nicotine. cured tobacco has a fraction of the nicotine of green tobacco. the peace pipe deal? shamans would pack a bowl of this green tobacco and come within a hairs' breadth of a nicotine overdose and pass out. then they would tell what they saw. and peyote... well, i can't help but believe that those indians were on to something. i took mescaline and acid one time and could feel all human life as though it was a part of my own body. it was like i was physically joined to every other person by way of these like, bony outcroppings on my back. like a human internet. no shit. note also that i was alone in the room at that time.

i just got done reading this book, skinny legs and all by tom robbins... good one i thought. he's not my favourite weirdo pomo type, but i think he's the one that i'd most resemble were i to write such a book. he's alot more insightful. but one would hope that i would get alot more insightful before i'd subject people to reading something i wrote. so many really really interesting passages and an excellent plot ... but with this faint feeling like maybe he was trying a little hard. he's no foster wallace, but he's not really trying to be. liked it ... here's one of the passages that just stuck with me:

"she was just thinking about how no amount of money could buy security, and if it could, it would be a bad bargain at any price, since security was a form of paralysis, just as satisfaction was a form of death... abruptly her mind was occupied with notions of time, history, and the afterlife. She saw that the past was a recent invention, that people sacrificed the present to a future that never really came, that those who tied all of their dreams to an afterlife had no life for there to be an 'after' of; saw that time was a meadow not a highway; that the psyche was an all-night restaurant, not a museum or a church; and that on every conceivable level, belief in a hereafter was hazardous to health."

i feel like whatsisname, levar burton, on reading rainbow. i just need some stock footage of a bunch of retards mumbling about wizards.

sorry, i should be more politically correct. i meant stock footage of a bunch of retards mumbling about thaumaturgical engineers.

ummm so i think that's about all. to sum up :

1. my memory sucks cos i'm a stonebag.
2. indians are fuckin crazy, sometimes they smoke green tobacco and pass out. other times they resurrect your dog or even your wife and make all kinds of fucked up shit happen, then you have to put the dog in the food processor. you'd need a big food processor for your wife, your best bet is to feed her to the dog before you put it in the food processor.
3. i read books sometimes
4. star trek the next generation was fuckin wicked. geordi laforge is original gangsta!



"peace out, homie!"