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Drugs are new to me. I never was that kid. I was the artistic one, who slowly over time found confidence within myself somewhere, who vacillated between class clown and optimist. The shy guy one day, an outlander the next. It wasn’t long before I dubbed myself a thinker - tapping into strange slates of thought where i’d feel actually feel physical effect was among the first tell-tale signs of this. Before I knew it, I was being told by my pastor that I was a prophet and that i had a life of fulfillment ahead of me, a life with god. It wasn’t so off-putting at the time, but I thank someone for the fact that I didn’t take that route. In my fair attempt to avoid conflict, be wary of interlopes, staying overall true to myself, i both reaped and damned habitual inconsistencies. I was afraid of blending in, but at the same time I didn’t rebel against the common, the trends. I made myself permeable, socially stable, self-established. I was my own meme, and it felt good. But amongst my fabricated grounding, laid a boy with many questions, who found out that “why?” was more his enemy than his friend. As i grew older, so too did my longing for answers, and before long i was now asking “why not?” Conscience was in questions, systems were in question, but i was in love! And so again I felt at peace as I did before i had trouble writing my own name. Its a true tragedy on how things came to be. Perhaps my vacillations were more afflicting than anything else, and so i found myself weeping. I find myself outside, with friends, by a fire, and starring down the neck of a Vodka bottle. “Why not?” And then It was.
I will be posting several stories that are sure to be worth reading very soon. I hope to have some up by tonight. Keep your eyes open for it. As soon as i get more content up here, i hope for the following to increase, and so likewise, outside contribution will increase. Remember, you can email me at dennis dot casey at ymail dot com.
7 Species That Get High More Than We Do
Almost everyone loves drugs. Whether it’s a cigarette break after a high-powered business meeting, a cold beer after a hot day on the job or a half-ounce of heroin injected directly into the scrotum to ease the stress of writing Internet comedy, people love their intoxicants.
But that’s not a human invention. Experts have found that animals also seek out a quick chemical high from plants, bugs and, well, wherever they can find it. Here are seven animals that love the magic of intoxication even more than we do.
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It’s crucial that I detail the inspiration behind such a bizarre blog. It’s not really that complicated, on how it came to be, but it’s meaning runs deep. In the light of the recent transitions I have undergone in the last 3 years of my life, I have become more open, more insightful, more appreciative, and overall more in touch with my life, the world around, and how it all works. I am not a genius, I am not a scientist, nor a statistician. I am a poet, a drug user, and I have roamed this planet for only 18 years. I have cried for nothing, fought for all, but determining what I really seek is thus far the biggest battle I have encountered. As I grow older, and am so forced to absorb all the good and bad things around me, I uncontrollably contemplate. I over think it all, and come to nothing-conclusions. I am an optimist, but often find my unconscious whispering myself impurities. As witness to destruction, death, and all things negative, I am somehow obligated to document it all. To write down what we shouldn’t be, and let the words preach voicelessly. Thus, this blog was born. I have selected 50 random tumblrs to follow, of which I hope to be followed by in return, so I can finally begin the creation of a network of honesty, and admittance. We all have taken a drug before, tell me your story!
