I know I've Said It Before, But Darling, This Time I Mean It... 
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I've been a massive stoner for as long as my living memory can remember. My memory having been scarred and holed to the point of now resembling a potato grade collinder by these years of narcotic abuse, this isn't a very long time releative to te world, but it's slowly creeping up to have been half my life.
Weed is a potent creative aid, I have used it over the years to assist in musical and artistic endevours and there is no doubt that; the way it has made me think about things in this world has shaped my character and ideas. From early years of childlike experimentation, a product of intense curiosity in chemical power and peer pressure, to the long nights discussing 20th century philosophy, pop culture and architecture's effects on our western social contruct etc... (come we were fucking soned).
But the line between creative tool and self destructive addiction is so thin. Our Lady MJ has so many other negative traits and some of them may be hidden to me in the dim light of our present, unlit by any bright retrospect. It makes me lathargic, something about memory, shy (of all things, the paranoia can be fun... but it's not like mushroom fear), is fairly expensive and socially exclusive.
I think the war with my addictions only rears it's white powdered, smokey head a few times per annum, but the war is very real and I can't help but feel I have only won a quarter of the battles. At times like this in my life it's that I ask myself, what could I have achieved? I hate asking 'what if?' questions, they are a fools preoccupation only worth while to those whom possess the power of time travel. So I will reword this to give it a more potent meaning... What can or what will or what could I achieve without a responsiblity to a substance?
My teachers at high school told me many times, that; I could achieve and had the potential to accomplish anything I desired and then applied myself to. They were right, but I didn't apply myself to everything in my life, least of all anything that was essential to my future. I am yet another stat of the power of coasting... am I proud of this achievement? Yes, no regrets. But maybe it's time I thought about something that lasts longer than the length of an Aqua Teen Hunger Force espisode and smells like a cancer ward...
I've been a massive stoner for as long as my living memory can remember. My memory having been scarred and holed to the point of now resembling a potato grade collinder by these years of narcotic abuse, this isn't a very long time releative to te world, but it's slowly creeping up to have been half my life.
Weed is a potent creative aid, I have used it over the years to assist in musical and artistic endevours and there is no doubt that; the way it has made me think about things in this world has shaped my character and ideas. From early years of childlike experimentation, a product of intense curiosity in chemical power and peer pressure, to the long nights discussing 20th century philosophy, pop culture and architecture's effects on our western social contruct etc... (come we were fucking soned).
But the line between creative tool and self destructive addiction is so thin. Our Lady MJ has so many other negative traits and some of them may be hidden to me in the dim light of our present, unlit by any bright retrospect. It makes me lathargic, something about memory, shy (of all things, the paranoia can be fun... but it's not like mushroom fear), is fairly expensive and socially exclusive.
I think the war with my addictions only rears it's white powdered, smokey head a few times per annum, but the war is very real and I can't help but feel I have only won a quarter of the battles. At times like this in my life it's that I ask myself, what could I have achieved? I hate asking 'what if?' questions, they are a fools preoccupation only worth while to those whom possess the power of time travel. So I will reword this to give it a more potent meaning... What can or what will or what could I achieve without a responsiblity to a substance?
My teachers at high school told me many times, that; I could achieve and had the potential to accomplish anything I desired and then applied myself to. They were right, but I didn't apply myself to everything in my life, least of all anything that was essential to my future. I am yet another stat of the power of coasting... am I proud of this achievement? Yes, no regrets. But maybe it's time I thought about something that lasts longer than the length of an Aqua Teen Hunger Force espisode and smells like a cancer ward...
I Think I Might Like Jazz??? 
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This last few weeks I have been listening to:
1. Animal Collective.
2. MGMT.
3. Battles.
4. The Mars Volta.
5. Bjork (always listening to that).
6. A Certain Ratio.
It struck me the other day that these acts are, on the most part, freaky jazz! Aren't they. Do I secretly like jazz? Can someone whom knows more about these things tell me whether this is a secret love of jazz? I mean it's nothing fusion and it is all pop music really or mostly... I don't know anymore, but hearing those soloists lead a threepiece around some freaky piano jazz broken garden path usually makes me phyisically sick (really he's not lying, I've seen him run to the toilet after seeing freaky fusion on Jools Holland - Ed)...
Do you ever feel that you've learnt so much that you've gone full circle and now know absolutely nothing at all?
I do.
This last few weeks I have been listening to:
1. Animal Collective.
2. MGMT.
3. Battles.
4. The Mars Volta.
5. Bjork (always listening to that).
6. A Certain Ratio.
It struck me the other day that these acts are, on the most part, freaky jazz! Aren't they. Do I secretly like jazz? Can someone whom knows more about these things tell me whether this is a secret love of jazz? I mean it's nothing fusion and it is all pop music really or mostly... I don't know anymore, but hearing those soloists lead a threepiece around some freaky piano jazz broken garden path usually makes me phyisically sick (really he's not lying, I've seen him run to the toilet after seeing freaky fusion on Jools Holland - Ed)...
Do you ever feel that you've learnt so much that you've gone full circle and now know absolutely nothing at all?
I do.
I Am The Commander In Chief 
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I had the same thoughts about jazz not a long ago, and I discovered that I loved jazz bands live just because in my city is the best alternative to Flamenco. And I hate flamenco.
how's exam??