Saturday, September 20, 2025

I got a day of liberty. Despite my confinement.

 I get to smoke without harassment. It's Saturday. I don't sleep all day, ever, unless I just lie around & sleep all the time. I'm staying up tonight. 

I had no coffee to start my day. But the marijuana I bought earlier on is actually working, it isn't just making me feel sick.

I may be feeling sick at this point, however. The reason for that is due to how watering a little bit is. I bought 30 grams of it, & I still have a lot. It's just about gone. This ties to something critical in the law, however. This is the State Department's housing right now. They don't want "excess" drugs or alcohol in the home. Well, give me a chance to have a pint for crying out loud. A pint will last me a week right now. I don't drink or smoke, or administer (remember I have chronic pain) a lot anymore, now being without pain, at all whatsoever. People have to get real. I do understand the rules. You try to be lawful about your actions.

Which leads us back to what I was trying to explain. All of these intoxicating substances make you ill. Alcohol is considered a poison, for example. It's long been that way, from what I was told. I was told that by a generation that was close to the apes. You know, the humans that existed before contemporary modernism. They said it was a poison, too.

So, I'm going to dry the whistle here in awhile. I am prepared for this. I know what I must do for this. I haven't been doing it. I'm going to see if I can give away my bud tomorrow & sober up. I'm going to need to sober up for a while. 

I have a lot of work that I need to do. I'm about to run a few week/month cycle here, & it's going to be all consuming. I can take a vacation in a few weeks as I had planned, but the cycle won't completely stop; even at that time. In my vacation I'll buy a pack of marijuana cigarettes & keep them around until they're gone. They only last a little while. That'll blow my mind. To me, that's like having sex. I really get shit done around here. This is St. Taylor with St. Constantine's 'Logos.' Everything comes into being by supernatural powers. I justify my chat by the inclination that God is utterly defiant to relinquish control over his kindred. I've had a really good run. God works really hard. He doesn't do anything, in a large way, but let's say I.W.M. didn't exist. God prophesied doom over this. We don't lose any of our Saints, really, unless they're martyrs. That light has to shine for God to be profitable. 

What I mean, ultimately, is that I am about to send the screw cages loose. This upload will be mind-blowing. It will be beyond gratifying. Then, top it off with something to smoke & something to drink, as usual/always. That will be brush with fire. Get real hot & then cool down. Fire does feel good enough to play with so as to experience it.

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