I wanted to find out how many chews it took before I felt the chip had been broken down enough to swallow. Real Science motherfuckers.
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This is defos on of those movies I watch when I want to get all trippy and that, kind of feel surreal every time I watch it, maybe ‘cause I’m high every time i do, but don’t watch that, it’s just one of those movies that constantly makes you think, especially if this life/dream/illusion is something you contemplate on the regular.
Love this shit.
Have you ever thought…
“I’m glad I did (whatever it may be) because if i didn’t I wouldn’t be (whatever good place you may have ended up)”
Which then got me to think… what is that thing that constantly hates on you before you have even done anything?? Like that thing in your head that’s always saying “no, it’s going to be shit, allow it” or “people are gonna hate it, its crap, let me not do it”
Like where does that feeling derive from??
I started making music before I even thought of what other people may think of it, I did it out of necessity, I had to write rhymes or poems or some kind of text, just to fix a certain part of my spirit that needed attending to, couldn’t give a fuck what anyone thought, I just had to it. This is at age of 9/10 years old.
But as I grew up I started to be filled with the non-sense that people’s opinions and thoughts about me and or what I do matter, which breeds some kind of mental block that doesn’t allow you to do what naturally comes to you, out of the social fear of being ridiculed or not being accepted or the feeling “you’re not one of us”. This is what I guess most of us are lead to believe.
That’s why I’ve usually said… FUCK THAT!
Who the fuck makes these fucking rules…
Live… live and live… not at the expense of putting other people down… try at the expense of lifting people up even if you’re not familiar with a certain thing they may be into… inspire minds like you’ve been inspired… encourage people to try alternatives, not always to copy or imitate, but to do this I find you have to step into territory that maybe unfamiliar and scary at first… but what the fuck you got to lose. If all you have to lose is an opinion from someone you don’t even know then what the fuck you waiting for.
Even if you may lose some supposing respect from someone you do or did care for… so what… do what you got to do… do you really believe in 100% of what anyone says or thinks like they’re the master of the universe with all the answers. Even your best friend… I’m sure you’ve disagreed on 1 thing in your life time, so that’s the proof you can never satisfy people 100% no matter how close you think you are and opinions change so what the fuck is that… it means we’re always developing… so we should be allowed to do so, without cunts talking shit.
As long as you do with love and the intent not to hurt others I think it’s a good thing… or at least it can be beneficial for some in my opinion.
There’s some sort of mental chain on people that doesn’t allow them to explore themselves or try different things that may give an enlightened perspective.
This subject is broad so I guess I’m talking from artistic point of view but can still apply to other things.
Fuck your opinions, fuck your thoughts, and fuck your shit.
But at the end of the day… whatever mate… who cares.
This weed tasted pretty shit but I still ended up lean.