READ FIRST [Before reading, remember what this is. This is basically a confession from the high-stated mind of Mr. Cheeky. What will I continue to write? I don't know because I have not gone there yet. You are going to read what comes to my mind as not a sober man, but as a man who has smoked marijuana. Are you ready to enter the mind of Mr. Cheeky? Do you think you're ready for it? Well, here goes!] HERE WE GO I sit here with the dance music playing on Winamp purposely there to trip me out. What is it doing? I don't know, maybe you do but I sure as hell don't. The beat, I feel it, it is making my heart beat a different way. I feel my heart beating to the crazy techno beat and I jump with a surge. Whos that coming up the stairs? No worry, they are no harm to me. I hear sounds possibly and most likely coming from the Playstation 2. I turn the music off incase someone is coming but no, there appears to be no one so I slowly crank the volume back up at a steady rate. What had I been listening to? I wasn't sure. All I knew was it was there to trip me out and make my heart beat like a drum. I guess I didn't know? Crystal method possibly, busy child it is. So I just sit here, stare at the screen with GameRenders open. I look at what im typing right now and see more and more words pour on the screen like an April day. More and more just keep coming and it gets harder to keep track with all the words. Perhaps, I should just sit back and relax and let the typing do itself. Rannek messages me but all he says is 'wrong window xD'. What do I do? What do I say? Is there such a response for 'wrong window xD'? If there was, I did not know about it. I minimize the window trying to hide from Rannek, I then realize, who cares. I shall click the 'X' and dispose of this MSN conversation. I'll do it. I did it. Yes, I did. I closed the window on Rannek not knowing what to say. I look to the left and there sits a bunch of smilies. They all look at me differently, why is that? One seems to love me but another one seems to be giving me a bad look. Maybe he wants to fight, does he? Could I actually go against one of those smilies? Only time can tell, we will have to wait and see. Ah, my stomach. I inhale and exhale and my stomach feels like a bottomless pit. My stomach urges it, it needs the food. My stomach needs the food, my food needs the stomach. It all works out according to me. Boom Boom Boom Boom. Why Vengaboys? Why must you annoy me? I don't want to be in your room. I can easily change the song so don't push your luck Vengaboys. Anyways, what was I talking about again? Perhaps I should get back on topic, wait, what was the topic? Screw it. I'll talk about other important issues. Why do people get high, why does being high feel so great? Why does THC make our brain happy. I can see my brain smiling. What about this scenario? What scenario you ask? What if we were in a world in which we were ALWAYS high but we just didn't notice it. It was like being high was being sober actually. So therefore, being high would be sober. But also, would we take drugs to NOT be high because that is our SOBER? We don't want to be sober which is high, why? We are sober (high) all the time! We wan't to feel different. We don't like being sober all the time. So what do we do? We eat a drug. We smoke a drug. We sniff a drug. We do whatever to a drug to get a different feeling. Wanting to be high when you are sober is the complicated and complex opposite of wanting to be sober when you are high. It is quite hard to understand, but I stand by my theory. I scroll through the page and wonder, why blue? Why must sidebars be blue? Why not green, yellow, red, how about something that matches the website? No wait, screw them. I don't care anymore for them. I sit here bopping my head to Michael Jackson's Billie Jean. My head bopping like an African-American listening to rap music. Coincidently, the songs number on my Winamp playlist was #476, which actually does not have relation with anything at all. I sit back and relax. It is 10:53 PM, well, it was. I look back a second later and already its 10:54 PM. Time is flying by faster than a cheap hooker on a Russian airline. So a guy signs on MSN, whats his name? Who cares, he has a cool line in his MSN name and it is 'I see death around the corner'. What is that you ask? It is a song by Tupac Shakur. It was a great song, a great song it was. Both sentences with a sense of asymmetrical value. So now I must say, I am getting quite tired of typing. I shall take my leave but I will be back next time with more tales from the Mind of Mr. Cheeky. Don't cry little yellow fella, I will be back another time. Only time will tell.
That's a lot of reading and typing! Smoke, whew, I say " Well, I did it once, and I got addicted. " dont do it anymore, though.
wat happend to well be burning nto concerning wat nobody wanna say some got rolex some got diamond all we got is mary j legalize it time to recognize it :lol:
i diddent even bother to read that what is it about? EDIT: i read a few posts and just so you know cheeky long time marijuana use gives you boobs
"I look to the left and there sits a bunch of smilies. They all look at me differently, why is that? One seems to love me but another one seems to be giving me a bad look. Maybe he wants to fight, does he? Could I actually go against one of those smilies? Only time can tell, we will have to wait and see." lol i just found that really funny, its awesome to be in his mind, scary, but coooooooool
Once I saw the topic title I just was scared.... Cheeky you know you have better spelling when your high? :lol:
