Can anyone ever imagine witnessing a category 5 hurricane and they see someone rebuking the winds and out of nowhere, sudden serenity? We can experience the imaginative thought through the Bible, when Jesus rebuked the storm. Thus, my magical drug, marijuana. One hit on PTSD grade shit and I'm there, numbed as hell, hating the world, not a care in the universe. Fuck, with a shot or two of some good 100% proof whiskey, heaven visits me. The Lord and I have the greatest time right here in my prison cell, aka apartment. Who needs company when all we see is people wallowing in their own vomit?
So, Noah was telling me that if he had to build an ark in this day and age, he wouldn't get a damn thing accomplished. With all these necessary permits nowadays, mission would be aborted, we all know how God gets pissed when men interfere in someone's salvation. On one of my special visitations from God Almighty, He expressed how the uselessness of meaningless interactions only leads to vanity on a whole new level. No shit, it always makes me want to take another hit to sort this stuff out. Just think how far we will soar in academia when we get our priorities straight, smoke some pot, smoke some more, then have another hit. Puts logic way up there...
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