I’ve had multiple poisons over the years that I’ve leaned on to help me through stress and boredom, ensure I get to work every day and take care of business for love, hell even keep me training daily in haphazard martial arts like some directionless moron for the last two years.
Currently I lean on three (poisons as they would be considered in the societies I claim membership in, that is) – booze, cigarettes, and cannabis.
Well, cannabis for me is straight up medicine – the green goddess so to speak – so Imma scratch that off the list of poisons and add that sweet herb to my list of medicines (which is basically that, working out, and eating the occasional salad swimming in creamy dressing.)
That leaves me leaning on two poisons, and there’s really no other way to look at booze and ciggies as anything other than just that. Poisons with some side medicinal benefits no doubt, delectable poisons for easily bored, self-anointed revolutionaries of course, but poisons nonetheless.
Now, this ain’t some cry for help. Nos is it some false-humility-laden, sunshine-up-your-ass clarion call to go all drug free and shit. I like my medicines and poisons sans hypocrisy or bullshit self-justification.
It’s just interesting is all.
I’m also trying to understand why.
I think it’s the constant need for higher realisation no matter how dangerous or self-involved.
To be honest though, I also just fucking like it.
The trick is to ensure it’s fuel and not torpor.
And to always defend the matriarchy.
DAYA KUTTI VAZHGAI
FAIZ BOOBOO VAZHGAI
MOLLY POO VAZHGAI
(rumi, vaddu…i see you my brothers)