"To hell with it. Let’s have another."
from The Sexual Power of Marijuana by Barbara Lewis
excerpt from The Sexual Power of Marijuana by Barbara Lewis
book text: “…we didn’t know that it takes longer for the effect to come on if you eat marijuana, so we wound up having too much. I went on a wild trip and I really enjoyed myself.”
first note: (circles ‘wild trip’) ——> ”WHAT BULL SHIT!”
second note: “Hey You Jacko what the hell do you know It wasn’t acid but maybe she was very high”
(The Sexual Power of Marijuana by Barbara Lewis, margin notes by unknown authors)
The ego that claims credit for the shit you do is not the one who read, who watched, who listened, and observed, and learned. That child is still inside you and she takes no pleasure in cleverness, only in filling her belly. She’s a queer, feral, ravenous thing, eyes wide, chin dripping. She can…
"M. NIGHT SHYAMALAN’S SIGNS IS JUST A BIG FUCKING MASTERPIECE EVERYONE’S BEEN SECRETLY BORN FROM."
thats the conclusion of the brief paper i composed during the motion picture Signs (dir. M. Night Shyamalan, 2002).
im still workin on what to put up here. heres some words from that ‘paper’
opening notes when the weed hadnt yet grabbed hold of these limbs:
Two-Shot of gibson+caroline:
framed to include clouds? god? is this a three-shot?
“i don’t think so, Father”, NO LAND VISIBLE JUST CLOUDS+SKY
“Caroline, please top calling Father.
“I don’t hear my children.” (TRY LISTENING YOU BAD DAD)
daaaaaamn I’m david bordwell. this next bit isnt extreme either.
the thoughtful pauses and sincere answers to the questions is like Fargo. “i don’t girls who can run like that”
“i seen these girls on the olympics-”
“well our roof is 10 ft high”
“they got women’s high jumping too. they got these scandinavian women.”
ahhahaahaha. this is Coen Bros comedy. holy shit.
ok now i got to like a distracted point?:
omg i forget how smart 8 yr olds are holy shit what the fuck im freaking out because i lost the sensation of what level developed consciousness/personality of like ages 11 back. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck god i dont wanna forget this age fuck i am so scared right now shit shit shit shit shit hsit hit i dont wanna die in love :[
omg the first 23:00 of this film make a perfect short film p much. goddamn. pause the film and consider it ending there. And then imagine the cut from gibson wide shot to kids in car to be the start of the Sequel. hahahahaahahahah i am Talented at Shyamalan
picture george clooney in the mel gibson role, consider that imagined performance and note how similar mel gibson is in reflection of that SUPPOSED clooney performance. like, basically burn after reading. whyd i phrase things like this
well i mean i dunno. i dunno man. Shit took over.
OMG LIN OMG SHANE OMG ME OMG WHOEVER ELSE IS OUT THERE OMG I THNK SIGNS MIGHT BE MY FAV MOVIE OF ALL TIME RIGHT NOW OMG I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS OMG WE HAVE 45 MINUTES LEFT.
god bless this mess
YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME. IT’S SPEICIFICALLY THE MILTON-ING OF CONTEMP PULP MYTHOSSSSSSSSSS WHO CAN BE SO DEEP AS TO UNDERSTAND THISSSSSSSSS ONLY MEEEEEE THE HIGH AMERICAN YOUTHHHHHH
legalize marijuana you piss fuckers
i dunno maybe this ‘hyperbole’ phase is kinda terrifying
FUCK YOU MONSTER HOW DARE YOU WHAT THE SHIT DONT YOU DARE PICK THAT FUCING SPOON UP AGAIN YES YOU HUG THOSE CHILDREN YES. YOU REACH FOR PHOENIX. GET HIM IN THERE. OMG I AM SO DEEPLY FUCKING TOUCHED HOLY SHIT . OM GY DOH MO MY GOD
OH MY FUCKING GOOD GOD
THIS IS THE EXTREEEEEEEEME OF TERROR
Soon after this the paper turns inexplicably toward the topic of Albert Brooks’ SNL work. I think I started watching SNL on Netflix. The End the message is Weed Kills dont start weed
On What Grounds: Sentence Highlights
Cleo Coyle’s coffeehouse mystery novel On What Grounds possesses hella important sentences. Here are some choice cuts. No particular oder.
Standing outside the little bar, I pretended to be a twenty-one year-old college junior with a frosty mug of urine bought during half-price happy hour.
Somehow I never pictured Darla as a computer user, but this was, after all, the high-tech yet still-violent twenty-first century; everyone was either getting plugged or plugged in.
"I’m going to access her Internet files," Matt said.
I took another gulp of Orgasm and brother did I want to scream.
A bawdy wink sent the entire table chuckling.