One day I was in the midst of a stress crisis…Then, I smoked some weed and relaxed, stress was gone and being stoned as I was, I looked into gothic and psychedelic in general. Sometimes I wonder about whether weed was God’s gift to humanity and about how much he must have loved us in order to make such a gift to us. It would be very funny indeed to turn out that God was a hipster (of sorts) and that he actually digs drum and bass. God’s last gift to his children (that is, us humans) was dubstep which is the perfect soundtrack to the festivities before the end of the Mayan calendar. I apologise for the comma inside the parenthesis earlier and I promise that this comma will not be running on the next elections (because elections are a period lol).
Satan’s answer to God’s action of spreading weed and dubstep to humanity was for Satan to spread black mamba and visigothik. What I am writing is absolutely non-coherent but I believe that coherency does exist, albeit in an obscure way. Medlemeleden will play footie with the team of another blog for the scope of raising donations for the basketball team of a portal on volley ball teams. The market is over saturated with chinese lasers and rubber tomatoes that melt and those other lame ass non-sense, the helicopters with the light.
By pressing ENTER twice, I changed paragraph with milk and therefore everything I said earlier does not count. Unless I say that it does count in the next paragraph which would immediately mean that I am bluffing in the current paragraph. Having said that though even if I say that what I said earlier counts, I would not be bluffing in the current paragraph because I warned for the possibility of bluffing. I think it is preferable to live this matter at rest and not delve into it further.
This article has been reduced to nothing more than a pile of vain, self-referencing rumble. Without having done extensive research, I would postulate that demand for self-referencing articles is somewhat low, if not non-existant. Let alone demand about articles that are self-referenced and bitch about not having demand. In the end, this whole thing may even be a little funny and create its own demand just because there is practically no reason for it to have any demand. On the other hand maybe nobody really cares and everyone just wants to smoke weed all day and be carefree but they are concerned that they might become junkies or get “stuck”….Keikers, all of us became junkies at some point but we did not get “stuck”.
There is not a better thing in the whole goddamn universe that is remotely any more divine than weed. It is the sacred herb, perfect in all its aspects, pure and splendid. Long live weed, long live psychedelic, long live God (like the lazy man’s horse living off of God), Satan, dubstep, visigothik and the horns of goats we proudly wear. Long live goats and their horns.
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