Fire In Your Hole

Here, courtesy of Nick Montes from NickMontes.com is mineself attempting the "Fire In Ur Hole" Challenge @ Munchies: 420, in Sarasota, FL



I guess the good stuff starts around 1:50 into the video.

High And Low

So a couple mornings ago, I kind of accidentally discovered something that's quite amazing. So I have many friends, who for whatever reason don't and won't smoke weed, I respect their opinions, and they are entitled to them. I found a way to semi-experience the same kind of high that you get when you smoke weed (of course this is assuming it's quality cannabis), and it requires basically zero effort. One of the many effects that weed has when you smoke it, is that your blood flow slows down, and this may impair your mental/motor functions. One of the more exciting things that I really really, enjoy doing is, listening to music. When all your attention is focused on one thing, the experience is way way way much better.

A couple mornings ago, I woke up early (5:30-ish) for work. Actually I take that back, I didn't fully wake up, and so what I decided to do, without even thinking, I had my MGMT CD, in the CD player nearby, and headphones, and I just hit play; before I was even upright, and just laid back and listened. And I remember hearing the music, and it sounded like it would if I had a mild high. My theory is that, because it's very early, and since your noggin isn't at full capacity just yet, everything is still very lucid, so you can focus on one thing, as if you were high.

So if you're curious as to how it may feel like to be high, without actually doing so, I recommend that exercise, of immediately listening to music upon waking, and just laying there, relaxed.

A couple pointers, I recommend listening to music that you know all the words to (if there are lyrics at all), and it may also help if you wake at an hour where it's still dark outside. I also recommend not making too much movement. DO NOT STAND UP OUT OF BED. If you must, have your music ready by the bedside the night prior. It's very important that you trick your body, and brain to remain as dormant as possible.

I am actually very curious, as to anyone to who is going to try this, how their experience goes. So please by all means leave comments. I do read them.

Much love,

talk to you later.

Death of A Father

The icon, the legend, Richard Dunn has passed away. He was a young and gentle soul, my love and thoughts go to the Dunn family. I'll keep this post short, because he'd want it that way. Richard Dunn, you helped me through many of my tougher teenage years, thank you for bringing happiness to my life. http://weluvricharddunn.com


Here is a classic Richard Dunn, doing what he does best, only the way he can do it.

Making Up Your Mind

Where this goes, nobody knows. Right now would be one of those moments. Creeps walk by, with an eye in the sky, and their nose there too. What one does, and what one means aren't always honest with each other. Those old extinct souls, how beautiful. How beautiful it is to be more closer to us than ever. Listen for it, it feels like someone kissing. What is done, is done, and can be undone, just for fun. Hun, I've got a gun. Ready to save everyone, just for fun. Blenders, steel car fender benders, and flash guns, these are the things that complicate the fates of many a soul. We pledge allegiance to ours souls, because they're the only things left in between the stars. Getting laid, not so much. Tie the noose, cut it off, and fall in to your arms, you trickster you. You're the one who takes it away, and gives it back, can't you see the faithful around you. We've got the passion, the vision, and a pistol to kick start, the fairy boat that won't start. Fix the tiger, and live the moment. This is your chance to fly away. Away, Away, to the ceilings where drug dealers live. Control son, lessen the poison. Pump your truth, without reason. Secrets of a Unicorn: We serve only one, and in that way, we are the ultimate vessel of love. Moon: Hello Florida, goodbye Serafinowicz. You can follow the trickster, or the yellow smoke, none will take you where you want, but if you can open your eyes, you'll see that the trickster was really you all along. Imagine that, you stop you, stop you, stop me, stop you, stop. You can wish me congratulations, or fight the gods, regardless you'll see me on your front lawn. Trusty Cola by my side, how much I deny you. Please forgive me. The questionable things of the past, are said and done. And are no longer fun. Forgive me, and love me, love you, love we, love who? Forever, and ever Amen.