I would come before you all normally to give a sob story about how bad drugs are. There would be a tale of extremes and spiraling out of control. In context there would be a sense of no self-respect. I am no victim. The choices I have made are a result of my own arrogance and desire to spread the truth. The truth I want to speak of is no more than a minute of your time.
Some go through life without touching an illegal psychoactive compound. They graduate college. Pursue work in the private sector or with the government. This lifestyle glows in their eyes. Yellow. A sense of bliss, liveliness, optimism. Society smiles down on these people and they smile back. Neighborhood barbecues. Birthday parties with screaming children and bowling.
A refreshment of morning coffee. Hobbyist and well-being conversations.
Saturday morning children's cartoons.
Its a bright and shining life. The brighter the light, the darker its shadow.
One day you awake in a body of someone that cannot feel comfort without a substance in which is nearly unattainable. Remember that world where the neighbor invited you over for barbecue? Now the neighbor calls the police instead. Your morning coffee is a forbidden fruit. You are no longer free, you have awoken in the realm of the devil. Surrounded on all sides. You are trying to fit in. You are the lost soul nobody wants. No matter how much pain and suffering you endure, the drug free world will feel no empathy. A cold desire to eliminate your existence hovers in the air like a thick fog.
If you were human, you would have graduated college instead of rolling on the floor laughing after a good hit while class was going on. If you were human, you would have quit that job instead of being fired. If you are not human, then what are you?
The "good" majority will never know the truth. They will never know what it is like to be in the situations of the drug world. The high level drug dealers, violence, robbery, a vulture named death, Jesus Christ what a life.
The "good" majority cannot comprehend drug use. They cannot see the moral difference between meth or heroin. They cannot fathom the horrible people who carry date rape drugs.
If the good people had a choice to eliminate all the bad people in the world, would they silence me? A child of God and promoter of safety. Would they lock up a man that has never even contemplated theft, assault or murder? Is it right to kick a man that is down, a man cornered on all sides?
When will the world learn the subjectivity of right and wrong. When will it be right to be peaceful, seek knowledge and explore psychoactive substances? Clearly I am wrong and there will be no further reasoning as to why.
The art of debate is dead. Currency took its head.
Some go through life without touching an illegal psychoactive compound. They graduate college. Pursue work in the private sector or with the government. This lifestyle glows in their eyes. Yellow. A sense of bliss, liveliness, optimism. Society smiles down on these people and they smile back. Neighborhood barbecues. Birthday parties with screaming children and bowling.
A refreshment of morning coffee. Hobbyist and well-being conversations.
Saturday morning children's cartoons.
Its a bright and shining life. The brighter the light, the darker its shadow.
One day you awake in a body of someone that cannot feel comfort without a substance in which is nearly unattainable. Remember that world where the neighbor invited you over for barbecue? Now the neighbor calls the police instead. Your morning coffee is a forbidden fruit. You are no longer free, you have awoken in the realm of the devil. Surrounded on all sides. You are trying to fit in. You are the lost soul nobody wants. No matter how much pain and suffering you endure, the drug free world will feel no empathy. A cold desire to eliminate your existence hovers in the air like a thick fog.
If you were human, you would have graduated college instead of rolling on the floor laughing after a good hit while class was going on. If you were human, you would have quit that job instead of being fired. If you are not human, then what are you?
The "good" majority will never know the truth. They will never know what it is like to be in the situations of the drug world. The high level drug dealers, violence, robbery, a vulture named death, Jesus Christ what a life.
The "good" majority cannot comprehend drug use. They cannot see the moral difference between meth or heroin. They cannot fathom the horrible people who carry date rape drugs.
If the good people had a choice to eliminate all the bad people in the world, would they silence me? A child of God and promoter of safety. Would they lock up a man that has never even contemplated theft, assault or murder? Is it right to kick a man that is down, a man cornered on all sides?
When will the world learn the subjectivity of right and wrong. When will it be right to be peaceful, seek knowledge and explore psychoactive substances? Clearly I am wrong and there will be no further reasoning as to why.
The art of debate is dead. Currency took its head.