|Why Yes, It IS Weird Inside My Head
||[Jul. 26th, 2007|04:17 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
If you were given a Doobie Of Great Importance, would you smoke it? Or save it, under the assumption that perhaps you were not the one for whom it was meant, that you are merely the Keeper Of The Doobie Of Great Importance, rather than the Smoker thereof?
I mean, it doesn't have to be a doobie. It could be A Chocolate Chip Cookie of True Significance or The Sugarless Candycane Of Massive Splendor or whatever.
And no, before you ask, I haven't partaken. I rarely partake and it's been quite a while since I partook. This is just where my brain happened to be today.
I am hungry, though. Maybe Jesus wants me to eat some Doritos.
"I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough." -- M. C. Escher