Thoughts on Weed, drugs, media, and ignorance.

Mrs haskett, and everyone else, i respect your opinions, and you are not being attacked in any shape or form. thankyou:::

Theres a little more in this world to worry about then weed. And yes, lets say we should be worried about drugs, because for the most part, 97% of drugs are not only harmful to your self, but to others. but people who are ill minded (not a bad thing) in the subject of drugs, will use weed as the example for all drugs in this world. Weed, can be used by ignorant teens who drink there sorrows away, and desperately look for a "drug" to prove some kind of point that goes deep to the core. We ALL have problems in this world, and we all need to find a way to cope. but to use weed ignorantly and every day, and drowning your self in it, is only giving it a bad name. its the same as someone drowning their selves in cupcakes. which is pretty damn harmful, and a stupid way to live. anything used over and over and over to a point of maximum overload is obviously unhealthy. and anything could be used in a way to have fun, but if its the only thing you do to have fun, and you have individual wrongs in your life, and people notice your way to have "fun" and find some werird way to connect that to the wrongs you have, then it gets a bad name, and when you do a certain thing to have fun, over and over, then its not fun anymore to you.

The media, feeds us the idea of weed being this somekind of evil drug, over and over and over. and with this thought implanted in your brain, you tend to try to point things out (whether you realise it or not) in it to comfort your self in thinking its bad as well, "oh this guy stays home all day, and he smokes weed" BAM bad name to weed "this guy is a pyscho path that killed his whole family... oh did i mention he had a joint a week ago?" BAM bad name. all it takes is the implant of an idea, like a seed, and it grows. and grows. its happened over and over in society, until someone, like myself and others uncover the truth and people begin to think for themselves, and do ACTUAL research and understanding. Back then, we still had morals, so slavery probally wouldve been frowned on right away. but if you told people, that blacks were animals, and did crude acts, and were stupid and had no use in society (im not being racist, im only using slavery as an example of thought control) people will start to look for these qualitys in a single individual. and everything a single african american did, would be a prime example for all african americans. and then, to fit in our own moral beliefs, slavery was accepted, because after all, they were stupid animals right? WRONG. Drugs are bad,like heroin and crack and cocain and so on. and people believe weed is on that same level, yet we pop ibuprufen for breakfast, and ambien for dessert. the true harmful drugs you need to pay attention to in this world, is what i stated before and relatives to them, and MAN made little pills full of chemicals to mask pain. there are natural ways to go about the healing process, and i do admit, modern science has its health miracles, it truely does. but its gotten to the point, where theres pills for the smallest detail and its harming us a little more then healing us. i was addicted to ibuprofen and asprin for a while. not in an abused way where id take like 8. but in a way in which it was my answer to headaches, then to everyother pain i found. i have ways that actually worked for headaches, yet i ressolved to this unhealthy little pill cause of its ill convenience. i see people take ibuprofen or asprin for headaches for soo long, and until the day i introduce them to some herbs that were picked from the ground(not weed) and made into tea. simple pickings such as chamomile and mint. and it healed the headache, healthly, and instantly. so why resolve to pills? well theres not much a bad name to asprin, except to abusers, and its convenient

we have everything all backwards, and we are continuesly pointing at others ignorance, to fit our self into this small simple life of rules and regulations. there are people who abuse weed, and i find that highly disrespectful. but there are people that go through their life without saying "hey man, lets go get FUCKKKKED up with some bomb ass weed brooooooo and a bottle of four locoooo." and still use weed, in other ways, with no ignorance. there are people that have there own IDIVIDUAL problems and they start to find comfort in the wrong places. but you can never stop that, there is always someone to put a bad name on anything. ANYTHING. but it seems to always go unnoticed, until somebody points it out. did you know, that before weed was illegal, people found a way to make people find hatred in it, by telling them that negros smoked weed and did crimes. and people immediately starting finding more individuals issues, to put a name on weed. it all started with racism and wrongful judgment, and its still used today. do your research before you add to the scale. I admit, i was ignorant, and used weed and alcohol to find a way to escape, and to get FUCKED up, and always talked about it, even the begining of this year. and it wasnt until recently, until i had an awakening, and i started to get deeper in life and finding more truths. i use weed on a small ocassion, i refuse whenever someone asks me to "blaze it up or get fucked up" for i find it highly disrespectful and wrong.but now, i use it as an occasional mild awakening, and a mind opener. i put my school and my parents rules first. i refuse to ever come home stone, and or lie to my parents when im high. and for a while now, everytime they asked if i was high, i honestly told them no. no i may of painted a bad potrait of my self in my past, causing them not to believe me, but thats a price i have to pay for my previous ignorance. weed, is a magical plant, it does wonders. but just like with everything, anything can be abused, and blamed for individual wrong doings. I can go on forever, and write like 1000 paragraphs, and it will just go deeper and deeper, to roots to shamanism, psychadelics, nature, dreaming and recreation. but i will simply end this here. any questions, or criticism, please comment this post, for it will be on my profile as well. thank you.

their playing hangman.

roped by the government,
pushed and swayed by the media.

propaganda setting your morals,
leading you to the path of "perfection"

unrightfull created fear,
to keep you looking back up
to the man for protection
for whom created the fear in the first place.

blinded by the news,
and guided by the common cause.

the new world order is arriving,

and as if it isn't already bad enough,
its only going to get worse.

is ZACH the chosen one.

in our class. there is a man by the name Zach, not Williams, the other Zach.
Well, i felt it. I felt the powerful energy surge. i know its easy to feel it all the time but this time  i know for sure it was it. he is the CHOSEN ONE. i discussed this to my fellow brethren of "The Hall Clan" , Captain amazing, and he denied it. He respected my urgency, and agreed to allow the initial testing to begin. i stole a strand of zachs hair, dont worry ill return it, and we are going to initiate phase one. if phase one doesnt pass, we will forget it, but if it does, captain amazing promised to consult the Hall Leader "James Collins" in an urgency letter.
This is all that i am allowed to share, for the rest is classified.
We were told by our secrecy counsel to announce this much, to draw several Investigations away from us, for people believe we are terrorists. After a couple of FBI reads this, they will hopefully drop the case and leave us alone.. we are NOT terrorists.
INITIATE PHASE ONE, IN 0111000110101101101101000001110110001101010. SECTOR B 4 NI NICK GREEN HAWK.

turtle.

i am losing respect.
i am losing love.
i am losing hope.
i am losing music.
i am losing.

Or your not ready for judgement.

People judge me. But, i know i'm a good person. So belittle me, bring me down, judge me, go ahead. cause im content in this life, and ignorance is only a form of disease to me. so as long as i wash my hands, maybe i won't catch it. I dont look for pity, i look for support.

"Judge not,
before you judge your self."
"so as you point your finger
someone else is judging you."
                                      -young Marley

this is 911, please state your emergency...

Hello operator,
do you have some time?
this aint no prank,
the emergency is in the ryhme.

Ohhhhhh yaaaaaaa, iiiiii've hit my head.......

Hello operator,
im in manteca californ.
I've hit my head,
and i think somethings torn.

Ohhhhhh yaaaaaaa how long till im dead?........

 Hello operator, im between
Jerry Street and Moore.
 Its hard to miss me,
 im the only one on the floor.

Ohhhhhh yaaaaaaa, did i mention i am bleeding?

 Hello operator,
im a little dizzy.
i got a slight problem,
and i hope your not too busy

Ohhhhhh yaaaaaaa, i have hit.....
MY HEEEEEEEEAD

Happy birthday Trevor!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =D
my gift? extra credit!!!
thanks haskett!
;P

i can't wait for monday.

for i am closer to my lovely peers. (:


sorry ms haskett for not saying hello at the tailgate party, i was very confused on what was going on, whether or not i had to play. i shall make it up to you, with a beautiful drawing :) goodnight world, i love you mother earth!

i dont smoke weed.

i dance with it.

Negative Reverse.

        Yup, its here, the moment in which you all been waiting for. the moment which the happy peaceful Trevor fucking cracks... I thought that maybe i can be that happy guy that has no sadness in his life for he thinks positivelly, but thats fucking fairy tales bullshit. People crack, its inevitable... I haven't been holding nothing in, i've just been more then lucky, I've been blessed. Then suddenly, approximentaly an hour ago, every negative thought, every negative feeling, a human can possess has fucking jolted my body like some sick twisted Electric execution, to my contentness. Ya, who knew Me, Trevor, would experience this so soon in this year. but wahla! my first angry post.
FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!







       Just kidding :P
Not yet world, sorry to fool you. keep waiting... ;P

  Ob La Di! Ob La Da! Life goes onnnn!! AHH!!! La La Life goes on!!

oh....

aw shit, i forgot to make a blog today.

Hey ladies... and Kyle... ;)

                                                            PREAMBLE
i have no brain
mowhahahah i am the only man who has no brain
fear my no brain techniques!
i do drugs, but its okay cause i hve no braaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!!!!
okay, now that im done with that.
lets get serious....
hah! ya fucking right, whens the last time you saw me get serious?
pshhhh,
but seriously, (ha) lets talk about something productive.
i really have nothing to talk about... i find it, that the best time to write about something when you have nothing to write about, is to first off talk u have about the fact that you have nothing to talk about....
aw fuck, phone call, ill be back.....
Away from key board at 7 22pm.
okay, im back, at 8 19pm.
i forgot completely what i was previously writing about, and im much too lazy to look back and read it, so i am going to write a story. like usuall, i always write about me about to start writing about me going to write a story... so i guess here we go, what shall be in the story? I have a wonderful way to determine this!!! im going to write my school i.d. number in google and hit im feeling lucky, and whatever pops up and i see something interesting, it shall be in the story! :)
145054... = CABINS!!!!
 how convenient.... -.-... (i suggest you try your i.d. number too!)


                                                            THE END, OF NOTA.

       Once upon a lively time, in the land of broken glass. lived a cabin.
now you may be wondering, why i always write about inanimate objects, and why i always have my second line as "you may be wondering". well im srory to say, i have no explanation of why i do such a thing, i just fucking do. ANYWAYS!
       this cabin, was oh sooo pretty. and she was a lesbian! isnt that just the sweetest thing you heard? lesbian cabins are great! her name was, ironicaly, Nota Cab Inn, but we will call her Nota.
Nota was a really really nice cabin. she was especially nice to the ice childern of the land of broken glass. everyday she would make them pie. the ice children would gobble the pie up like it were going to be there last... and well they were right, ice children only had a 12 hour life span, all the way to when the sun came up. but they didnt know this... It was such a gruesome sight to see happy little children melt and scream and just die slowly and painfully. So Nota tryed making every ice children's life, there best life every too be heard of. every day 12/7 she worked on this task. she would put them in cups of tea, and she would make them into miniature igloos, and their favorite.... PIE.
     This went on for 92 years, in the land of broken glass, and life was wonderful! until, january 21st 2012.... king of the broken glass died, of lung cancer.. It was such a tragedy, and to make it worse, his son became king next.... His son was zippo lighter, with infinite fluid... oh such a mean lighter he was... Everyday he would find one ice child and torture them all the was up to their 12th hour, and then let the sun do the rest. he was really, really mean.
   The land twisted and shouted and threw up with the news the zippy the lighter was their new king... things went to hell, and they went there on a gosh dang airplane, coach.... Ice children, being new to the world and all, were oh so oblivious to what has happened... if only they knew how their short lifes would be changed oh so much...
     The first thing Zippy the lighter did as the new king, was arrest Nota... The land weeped, when they heard that she was going to be on trail, for something she didnt do, and she awaited death by house fire... Every one was scared, Nota was the best thing that happened to their lives, she made life more then bearable, but enjoyable. even a short lived life seemed to be an eternity of greatness!
    The trail day came, december 23 2012, the decision was going to be made. Everyone was siting in too watch, all kinds of people, except the icechildren, their life span was now 2 hours, with the new king in order... he made sure they had shorted miserable lives... Everyone sat and listened to what went on, and what went on was just unbelievable.. the accusations were impossibly incorrect, but the judge bought it all... Nota sat, silently, but blissfully.
  Finally, judging hour came... it was time to hear what they had to say.... they helped up the sign that read whether she was guilty or not guilty.... They lifted up the sign, sweat dropped down their neck, the sun turned gray, the birds dropped, the ice children froze beyond their selves, and the rain stood still in its place....
     The verdict is.... the judge said aloud.... Nota the cabin, you are....
                                         ------- TOO BE CONTINUED--------
                                                                                                                         (don't you hate that?)

i fed my soul to jane.

sudden movement
quick shakes in the dark
close my eyes,
when its time to embark.

cross legged leopard prints.
smells like auntie jane
i keep my brain on the side
on my path, sweet insane.

nostrils move,
in the dark, smoke.
hairs stand, the neck sits.
when im not here, im high

every time you close your eyes
you give another chance.
another chance in the dark
here is our last dance

cross legged leopard prints
smells like auntie jane.
i keep my brain on the side
on my path, sweet insane.

on my path sweet insane.
on my path sweet insane
on my path.
why, oh why.
sweet, jane.

i need a train ticket please.

my brain is mush.
mush mush mush mush mush mush mush mush.
i kind of want to slurp it up, just to see what my mush brain tastes like.
its not a bad kind of mush, its just there, old and mushy
ive been alive longer then you think.
im not tr 17
im not almost 18
im not younger, im not techinquely older.
im just not, what i am.
im not fake, im just not it.
its hard to explain, i dont know how to explain
im just not me, im hidden
im mush, ready to be slurped up
i dont even know what im writing, im not even writing, who am i?
i dont fucking know.
my eyes hurt.

Happy birthday dad!

yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

p.s.
my last blog post isnt meant to take serious, dont call the cops on me ;D

p.s.p.s.
What if i just made my "p.s." so i can fool you into believing that my last blog post was fake.

p.s.p.s.p.s.
What if i made my "p.s.p.s." to distract you, so you would forget about my last post, and just focus on my "p.s.'s"
hm.

p.s.p.s.p.s.p.s
;)

I could get arrested for this.

My fingers are trembeling, Im nervous.
I dont know if I can do it. I dont know if I can, I dont think so.
Fuck.
Everything I've previously done, has lead up to this exact moment, and I don't know if I'm even going to follow through with it.
I grab a big pieace, damn the stench.
The tall man is standing to my left, i think he is nervous too. we are finally going to do what we talked about for ever now.
I turn blue, my stomache turns, yet im so curious.
we promise eachother to do it at the same time....
3....2....1....
I take a bite,  tears run down my face, followed by the blood. A thousand toughts infest my mind.
At first i didn't know why i started to cry. maybe if it was the realization that i just did something that changed my title, and life forever... or the fact, that i just did something immoral...
But then, i found out, it was tears of joy.
I achieved it, and i liked it. it was amazing. the best taste ever, we both look at eachtoehr and laugh.
hes got some stuck in his teeth, blood on his chin.
I knew we were close friends now, for we share one thing that seperates us from the world.
We are now, officially, Cannibals.

Welcome back Trevor.

  Everything I seem to touch, has a taste, a taste i can taste through my finger tips. But only they aren't my finger tips, they are valleys. Valleys, that have been walked on for centurys by important men and women of history. But now, they are dead, dead valleys. And with my eyes i look at these valleys, and it seems as if men are walking on them now. But only in reverse.   I wipe my eyes as I see this reverse in time on my finger tips. I decide to taste my own valleys, with my eye. I stick my fingertips on the whites of my left eye. I can taste it. So i push harder, and harder, and harder. I can't see out that eye no more, which is nothing new. Because my whole life, I've already gone through not being able to see anyway. In a more philosophical sense. I wipe my sticky bloody valleys on my jeans. A long red line on my jeans catch my right eye. it starts to move, its a river, my legs are land. Little men and women start to jump over the river, hop hop hop. I laugh, hysterically, and in this laugh i smelt happiness. finally, i've reached the stage of happiness. I leaned back in my chair, the chair tilts, and keeps tilting. Tilt tilt tilt tilt tilt, all the way back until i reach right back where i was. I am now upright. so i stand up out of my chair, and quickly scream and jump back on. I forgot im on a floating chair, that was a close one. I look down, i try to see the town i once loved below me, but im too high. i kick off my shoes. they start to fall for about 15 seconds but then suddenly stop in mid air. my phone rings, i answer it with my mind.
  "Hello?" I said in my head.
  "Hi." Said the chair im sitting in... I hang up, I don't like it when my chair calls me.
  I sit for what seemed about 14 minutes, when in reality its been a lifetime. I bite my valley, I hear screams from inside. I want to know what words they scream of. So i stick my finger in my ear, i push it in, more and more and more and more. I fall off my chair.
  Twenty minutes went by of me falling, and falling. I guess i blacked out when my valley touched my brain. I'm still falling, but its okay, because the air on my feet feels nice. i take off my pants, no need to die trapped in clothes. Ive been trapped enough, why suffer my last minutes of life? I try to take off all my clothes, but every time i take off my pants, theres another pair under it. I frantically continue to take off my endless pairs of pants. Please, don't let me die in my pants, my right eye screams. My right eye continues to scream, i shut it up by carressing it with my valley. I give up on my pants, and just let my self continue to fall. When suddenly my body starts to tear it self in half. my intenstines start to fall out and fall with my, they are smiling. They smiled so wide, i couldnt help to smile back. I felt suddenly ohhhh so bliss. My intenstines smiled and unforgettable smile, i cant get it out of my mind, its just soooooo, serene. I kiss them, i kiss all of them.
  Crash.
  I hit the floor, my body parts speard across the floor. Its a nice spongey floor, with Giant ants marching back and forth. They see my body parts, and gather them into a hill, and gaurd it. Viewing this from my holographic ghost like body, i was sure they were going to eat my body. But instead they idolize it, and then they start to chant. over and over. When suddenly they can see my holographic body.
  "We have called your spirit Trevor, to grant you a second life" The queen ant says. "Do you accept?" I nod, but i dont stop nodding, i just keep nodding and nodding. "there is one rule, if you were to tell anyone on directly that you are living all over again, we will vanish your soul.. But we can not stop you from indirectly writing about this hour, for people to read on their on free will. If someone asks about what you wrote, don't agree, don't nod, don't sigh, because you never heard them. ignore it with all your might. Also, dont re live your life insanely, be calm, and only do minor things. Dont get your self in too much trouble, and be respectful. use what you learned."
  My body is back in contact, my valleys are finger tips again, my senses are in the right order, and im back on earth. July fourth, 2009. is when i came back to earth and became conscious again. So techniquelly, anything before that year didnt really to me directly, just to my robotic soul taking in order for me to spawn back in this time line.
 So its been my first year, concious, on this earth. and im ready to make it worth it, im still new to living again, i was to used to my life on the chair, my last stage of life before i fell down to die, only to be reborn. So everything to me is just so, new. So it might take time before i really start to take advantage of my second life, my second chance.
  So welcome me back, but i won't respond.
Im not alowed to.

Flying Flammer, The Dragon.

Hello, my name is Trevor... But people call me Jack.

    I'm not to sure why people call me Jack, in fact, they don't call me Jack at all. In fact, I think I'm the only one who calls me Jack. So I honestly have no clue of the point of these first sentences. So let me start over fresh, with a story. Now this is a true story, I kid you not. And it is a story with a moral, now I'm not too sure what the moral is, because I haven't even wrote it yet. But I'm pretty sure it might end with a moral, and if it doesn't, who really cares?

   Once upon a true time, there was a dragon. Now this wasn't your typical dragon, oh no no, this was a gay dragon. People who usually call this dragon, Flying Flammer, but his real name is actually, Flamming Flyer. This dragon wasn't too nice, oh no no, he was a mean flamming queen. He would skip to town everyday, burning down the stores that didnt carry his style of clothing, and called people rude names. Rude names such as "bo bop, shiggidy ho slop, and bee hop no stop", the usuall names given off by mean gay dragons.

  One day, Flamming Flyer Skipped to town like always, when suddenly, he stepped on something that seemed to make a pleasant squishy sound. It was a kid.

  "Mister, Mister, you seemed to have squished me.." Said the squished boy.

  "Ya, so what..." Gayly snarled the Flammin Dragon.

  "Well, I'd prefer you scrap me off your feet dear sir, and let me on my way" Calmly remarked the boy.

  "Ya, and why should i do that! So you can go run off to your mean friends, and chant 'Flying Flammer' and make fun of me. Well it aint going to happen, you 'bo-bop shiggidy ho-slop'" The kid was silent, the dragon scared him. For he had never been called such mean names. "Thats what i thought" Snarled the dragon. "I guess its time for me to eat you." Flamming Flyer peeled off the boy and brought the boy to his mouth. Then, right in front of his beady gay eyes, he saw, a rainbow patch on the boys jacket.The dragon held him there for what seemed for an eternity, and stoped what he was doing. The boy, whom was now crying, was obviously hurt by the rude name calling. The dragon set the boy down, and the boy smiled as wide as he could, and skipped away.

  Now there is many theories why the dragon let the boy free, many theories having to do with how the stars were aligned that day and such. There was so many theories why he done this, because he had never let a victim go until this day. I'm not too fond of the star theories, for I have my own theory. I believe that the dragon saw him self in the boy. The boy was gay, squished by a higher power, and called names. The boy was innocent and peacefull until one changing day. And if the boy got away without seeing the dragons sympathy, he might of gone on to become a gay bully. The dragon didn't want to be a bully, the dragon saw how much it hurts others, just as it hurt himself. Its an endless cycle, as well as a pointless cycle, why hurt others as you were hurt your self? Ever since that day, Flammin Flyer didn't hurt a soul, and people suddenly liked him.

 So go ahead, be nice to the next gay dragon you see, and who knows how many lives you will change.