The Ganja Papers

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“Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry.”

—   The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home, Condos (via splitterherzen)

(Source: headofporridge, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

“It’s not just the MDMA, it’s the girl with the golden hair.”

—   J Duke

Que yo sabía nada, y me perdí en las tinieblas.

(I knew nothing and got lost in the darkness.)

—   Joaquín Carmona, Me perdí en las tinieblas.

(Source: baddroid)

“Goodbye, sweet romance. I am flying away now.”

—   Smoke City, Flying Away

I have also tried cocaine. This drug, particularly in its notorious “crack” form, is the cause celebre of today. To me, cocaine is an aggressive pusher, a stimulant which gives me a sense of power and of being completely with it, on top of the world. But there is also the inescapable knowledge, underneath, that it is not true power, that I am not really on top of the world, and that, when the drug’s effects have
disappeared, I will have gained nothing. There is a strange sense of falseness about the state. There is no insight. There is no learning. In its own distinctive way, I find cocaine to be as much an escape drug as
heroin. With either one, you escape from who you are, or - even more to the point - from who you are not.

In either case, you are relieved for a short time from awareness of your inadequacies. I frankly would rather address mine than escape them.

—   Alexander Shulgin, PiHKAL: A Chemical Love Story

 

by KC Green (gunshowcomic.com)

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“One day you will die and stop caring for real. Lesson: care while you can.”

—   J Duke
Colegas, 1982

Colegas, 1982