StoopidFlyGuy

If i tell you whats on my mind let you into my heart, but ironically I can’t have you there. In an instance the guard can take a break, but the stain of work is a reminder that although im feeling you, you only made the first level. The past made a path that runs into a river of doubts, that flood the gates of my mind. In a teachable moment an action can cause a repetitive reaction, but in our minds we only see routine. If you see a signal, that’s generally a sign, whether it means slow down, or let go, love would smash the gas at a journey that a person can only experience. Time is patience that brings the change men face to become a man, where a critical analysis of a situation becomes knowledge by way of wisdom. Insignificant flaws are menial in the eyes of the man who looks past mistakes, but is only concerned with the bigger picture. And in the bigger picture you gotta stand tall, because your heart is the center of gravity, and simultaneously you gotta use it without falling.

Once I thought you were my sweetheart, valentines day sweet-tarts that always said “I love you” and “Forever Mine”. But you dissovled on the tongue of some dude, because you let his words paint pastel colored pictures of what he could do, but when it rained those colors melted like ice, global warming ain’t got shyt on this nigga! Damn you fell for it and that Sunny D Orange sun has turned into a Van Go “Starry Night” and your astrological interpretation said you failed to stay steadfast to your 80/20 rule, so we jump on the 4/20 rule and gravitate towards….something. Now you fucked up on pills because you thought that sex overdose would be the medicine you needed, but you came to overcapacitate your fleshly lust and like Adam you fell trap to a whisper. Sometimes I just wanna hold you so tight death couldn’t seperate us, then sometimes i wanna hold your neck so tight death would seperate us like two kids from a strung out mother..she started with them love games too ya dig. See what happened was, them lefts eventually made the right turn down the wrong street and looking at her 2-way in driving in opposition to the one-way she crashed Now left with scars time only made worse, and on that same one-way lays her 2-way with a text message that reads “yea, he’s the reason I’m on this shyt, and now I can’t shake it. I’m losing my…” She wanted to say mind. And in mine, I live day to day with the thought, I had to let you go, because you let yourself go, making it deadweight on my conscience.

Investigators at Columbia University published clinical trial data in 2007 showing that HIV/AIDS patients who inhaled cannabis four times daily experienced substantial increases in food intake with little evidence of discomfort and no impairment of cognitive performance. They concluded that smoked marijuana has a clear medical benefit in HIV-positive patients.

well duhh. its called the munchies