Cocaine is just another pile (or rail) of bullshit, as is every other manmade drug or pharmaceutical. Your government invests in it, takes it back, and sells it to the people... shoots journalists in the head over it, the CIA deals it, your cops put it up their nose (At least the county ones do here... a good half of them)... I mean, what the fuck is the logic? Reduce, reuse, recycle, at it's best, eh? I feel the same way about acid, too. Pretty much the same, only you don't kill yourself and others as much, over it... I mean, it's not always a very nice vibe and the strychnine in can do things to your digestive system. I mean, who really wants to eat something that came off a mold and was mixed with rat poison? Who wants to take penecillin, too... unless someone doses you unknowingly. Then that can be kind of fun when you're not expecting it, but still, I... just don't like it. You don't know what card is being drawn. You can't see it coming and you never see it leave. I mean, what condition is your condition really in? With a bag of potato chips, athletes foot, or what have you-- you're given you the notion of being welcomed into your home, but you must know your shit. Your shit must be earned--that feeling must be earned. It's the feeling of sleeping in your own bed, which... isn't there. Once you really draw the line and take those into account, it makes you think about people that have gone over the edge and things. At least I do. You start to understand. Maybe he did too much too fast? Who knows. You know you got such dark eyessss. Nuthin shakin on shakedown street. Used to be the heart'a town... Fuck the negativity, man. Don't bring it here or don't come here. There are better things to waste your breath on. I hear the crying of the hungry in the deserts where they're wandering. Hear them crying out for heaven's own benevolence upon them. Hear destructive power prevailing, I hear fools falsely hailing. To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call. I hear the sounds of tearing pages and the roar of burning paper. All the crimes in acquisitions turn to air and ash and vapor. And the rattle of the shackle far beyond emancipators. And the loneliest who gather in their stalls. So while you sit and whistle Dixie with your money and your power. I can hear the flowers a-growin in the rubble of the towers. I hear leaders quit their lying I hear babies quit their crying. I hear soldiers quit their dying, one and all. I hear the tender words from Zion, I hear Noah's waterfall. Hear the gentle lamb of Judah sleeping at the feet of Buddha. And the prophets from Elijah to the old Paiute Wovoka. Take their places at the table when they're called. I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all. HUGS FOR NUGS. What you got cookin in the pot... so, Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow...? Hydroponic? Ultra-supersonic?--Does it grow naturally, slow?
Yeah. I'm not defending the drug - I dealt with the jonesing ghost for a long time (and occasionally still crave the hell out of it). But arguing that it isn't fun is a load of crap. You'll never feel as good as you do after drinking half a bottle of CC, taking a torquer and driving at 170 kilometres an hour with a good buddy and two topless girls whose names you couldn't even remember at the time in a Jeep YJ with no roof or doors down a deserted highway. Or that godlike feeling you get feeling the dopamine seep into your brain as you walk into a bar chock full of your friends - it's godlike. Unfortunately, the more you do it the worse it gets, and those moments become spread out in a mountain of shit.
That's never been my trip, man. I doubt it ever will be. It's been up my nose before, too. I've also smoked it. Just never cared for it and never felt the need to do it more... it's just so overrated and it turns people into friggin douches. Drugs suck balls. But entheogens--great success. Generally, I feel moreso guilty and remorseful for what happened to Gary Webb, than any other feeling coke would ever give.
I used to do coke all the time. I'm just glad that I no longer do it. As Spooner said, it's very Godlike. You can do anything, or so you think. That's the beauty of euphoria.
Yeah, but that's what I have instruments for... lmao. To get that out of me. I don't want that feeling inside of me. I want to share it with someone else.
Although, you must admit, that invincible feeling is sometimes hard to overcome. Although, having said this, I must admit, we are better off without it.
