Ice counts too.
The rules: only post things that you came up with whilst high.
Hey I’m down for a little primo every once in a while!
Why so much hate?
My choice is what i chose to do;
and if I’m causin no harm,
it shouldn’t bother you.
Your choice is who you chose to be;
and if your causin to harm, then your alright with me.
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If you dont like my fire, then dont come around, cause I’m gona burn one down.
Yes i’m gonna burn one, down.
Herb the gift, from the Earth,
and what’s from the earth is of the greatest worth.
So before u knock it, try it first.
and you’ll see it’s a blessing and it’s not a curse.
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‘Just another world-historic moment…’
WE ARE THE MUSIC MAKERS AND WE ARE THE DREAMERS OF DREAMS
Like the setting sun, my words colour the sky
For those whose vision doesn’t just rely on their eyes.
“Cocain in a can baby!”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxW0dkSUCzk&mode=related&search=
‘He’s got the grandest view and the keenest eye,
Looking down on everything like the stars in the sky.’
I once bought a crack rock as big as Manhattan. It came in on a barge and was transported by crane lifts to a piece of property I bought for it.
The thing was so big, you had to drive up, park your car, get out and walk to it. (I had a parking lot put in). I had a gondola put in too so people could ride to the top if they preferred.
People would walk up to the enormous rock (it looked like a glacier sitting there) and chisel off a piece.
They should clean up the streets by bringing in a ten ton crack rock into a warehouse in every city. Then tell the crackheads that they can smoke for free, but they can’t leave with any. Then just sweep the bodies into a mass grave, and legalize pot.
Guys, please don’t defile the crack thread. 
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I gotta keep drinkin’, I just can’t put it down-
This holy grail that I seem to have found.
‘Behold, my mastery!’
Feelin’ like posessed by a hellion, I’m the wickedest skellion,
A prominent sign that my soul’s in rebellion.
Living in heaven with hell always just a moment away…
‘Ta-da!’
Our Heights
In the best dreams, we are both intoxicated and breathing the air of the heights. Beautiful and great things transfix our mind’s eye as our spirit dances joyfully amongst the gods. Such dreams we chase - they are what brings us fulfillment and allows us to love our task so passionately. Ordained by Dionysus, all this constitutes our most sublime heights - and redeems all of our lows. Eventually. well rested, we return to the festival and begin dancing as the dream becomes reality and we ourselves become Dionysus.
‘In song and in dance man expresses himself as a member of a higher community; he has forgotten how to walk and speak and is on the way toward flying into the air, dancing. His very gestures express enchantment. Just as the animals now talk, and the earth yields milk and honey, supernatural sounds emanate from him, too: he feels himself a god, he himself now walks about enchanted, in ecstasy, like the gods he saw walking in his dreams. He is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art: in these paroxysms of intoxication the artistic power of all nature reveals itself to the highest gratification of the primordial unity.’
- Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy.
The best thing about Ice is that it’s only one more sleep until Christmas!