Shit, shit, shit! Sorry God, I forgot that I was supposed to be writing. I got drunk and just fucked my ass as far as responsibilities are concerned. Okay, I had like three shots worth of booze, but it still put me in this diabolic state of mind where I can plan and expel some of the craziest shit I can defecate because I'm loose and limber, but still wound tightly to this tree the CIA has tethered me to.

It's great! I feel like a million bucks. Certainly, I'm not getting the amount done as I would if I downed some spicy crystals like I have been, but it's certainly more than the minimal amount of bullshit that I can do when I'm locked in a small room that these normies consider acceptable. On that note, I'm pissed that I'm judged so harshly by these closed-minded particulars of a paradigm that has trapped the collective reality in a doomsday scenario, but hey, that's what the Shrug philosophy is for.

Ugh…drugs are tools. Bottom line. Now, you can use a hammer to build a house, or you can wield it recklessly and cave your skull in. It's about being intelligent, and that can only come from wisdom. So, God permits you to be an idiot, for the explicit purpose of allowing you to learn the boundaries that work for you. If you can create a bountiful life for you and others, then build. But don't masturbate your life away chasing a high. Simple as that.

See, take me as an example. Right now, I'm able to spill my thoughts in a literal stream of consciousness. I'm not pausing a second, because I have busted my fucking ass to build the skills necessary to create something worthwhile with my writing. The drug, in this case alcohol, is only a facilitator to allow me to express myself. You need to work hard in sobriety to reach this point. It's not about being purely one way or the other. It's about utilizing every ounce of potential within you to capitalize on what you can do at any given time.

Now, am I actually enjoying being a little drunk? Truthfully, I wish I could be a little drunker. The music just isn't speaking to me at a level that I like at like six beers in. But, fuck that noise. I'm not here to jerk myself off. I'm here to work. My art is what's important, and that is what justifies my mild inebriation. Any more and I would lose the structured mind that allows me to create meaningful pieces. Any less and I lose the free-flow that I have. I deliberately chose the happy medium that is best for my artistic potential. The middle way, mother fuckers. If I have to preach Buddhism one more God damn time…