Sliding into Season

[minnesota man]

Sometimes we're high. Sometimes we fall. Sometimes we don't get up at all.
I should be good. I feel new. It's so clean now what's left to do.:stoned:
War and peace. It's on my mind. I don't get up there most the time.

Say anything...

minnesota man Reviewed by minnesota man on 04-21-2006. Sliding into Season Sometimes we're high. Sometimes we fall. Sometimes we don't get up at all. I should be good. I feel new. It's so clean now what's left to do.:stoned: War and peace. It's on my mind. I don't get up there most the time. Say anything... Rating: 5

[CrAzYpOtHeAd]

Say anything you say?

hmmm..... Boil em mash em, stick em in a stew.

Po-tat-o po-tat-o

http://www.nothingtodo.co.uk/view/76...in_a_stew.html

[AmericanTerrorist]

I realized today that God is a very irrational idea. He is a insane creator who destroys what he created, without purpose. This is our deranged streak in the mind; Christ is our only hope, he died for us so we wouldnt have to stand before his insane father and be banished to hell. This is all assuming that you believe in the bible or somewhat of what it represents...

Random food for thought, eat it up!

[minnesota man]

Hey American Terrorist. How's it been? Crazypothead, when you and he go at it, it makes for good reading so I'm not going to comment on it.

As for Jesus being the son of god, in my humble opinion, I think everyone is a son/daughter of our creator (God, I don't know, whatever.), If you make all the right choices in your life (anything that makes your life better or pan out the way you want it to) you will be more Godlike.

Moses had a moment with divine intervention or perhaps with a space alien.

Jesus, I think, visualized what he was going to do or met with aliens. He made all the right choices to accomplish his goal. Over the past 2000, and before, there have been bunches of sons and daughters of our creator. You my friend, American Terrorist, are a son of God. Praise the creator.

What's it all about? It's about love, baby! Bein' happy, laughing, smokin' doobies, love and sex and fuckin'. So don't worry.:dance:

[friendowl]

i go
on and on and on n
dont take em to the crib
unless they bonin
easy
call em on the phone n
platinum chanel cologne n
i stay
dressed
to impress
spark these bitches interest
sex is all i expect
as they watch tv in the lex
they now i now
left the club tipsy say no mo
except how im getting home tomorrow
cesar drop you off when he see's his po
back of my mind i hope she swallows

[nuggetgirl]

Drugs...
When I take a pill,
take a drag,
snort some white.
I escape from my body,
and escape from my life.
It courses through me,
like numbness in my veins.
I feel no feeling,
I feel no hurt,
I feel no pain.
It seems now my life is a lie.
I wake up the next day and just want to die.
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I allow myself to cry?
I'll just forget about it and not worry,
spark up another joint and get high.

Thats a niki original right there.