i mean YES.
i don't know what the fuck i mean. maybe i just don't have an answer for every fucking thing. maybe i just need to think more. maybe i already think too much.
and know what i don't have an answer. anything i say is just made up, johnny-on-the-spot. luckily i'm fast on my feet.
like go ahread and ask me why i wore that shirt to work, or why i didn't remember to turn that one light off, or why i'm so quiet, or why i'm anything. because the answer is, "i dunno, just cuz."
let's break it down to it's most simple form of logic. and that is THIS, i am a stoner. therefore i strut through life in this sorta hazy... half awake, kinda mildy retarded type thing. most of the time when you see me, you can tell my mind is still asleep back on my couch at home. and the "representative" is in check, because i'm the master of putting my body on auto pilot, and checking myself out.
i can sit with the tv on and sorta stare over the top at my verticle blinds for hours before i realize that Meet The Press is on chanel 4 and the sun is starting to rise.
questions and thinking and blardeedar. all garbage. everyone wants to KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW too damn much.
let others do the thinking for you. you're in good hands, prolly. besides, it's so much less effort that way. and who doesn't love to lower the ammount of effort ya gotta give? eh?
it's like the new high carb diet i heard about. they say, "eat as much carbs as you like, and the best part NO EXCERCISE!" riiiiiight. brilliant. a balanced diet and excercise was so lame.
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