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[aid] => mick
[title] => before everything went wrong for me part 1
[time] => 2007-10-09 09:27:50
[hometext] => a short thought on a boring day i am praticing to write and anything helps this is just part one
[bodytext] => Life was a lot simpler before I hit forty I remember a time living with a bunch of self-proclaimed hippies sitting drinking organic wine and about how and what we would do to change the world? There were many great idea’s but when you smoke as much pot a we did not really a lot got done and the arguments about foreign leaders and the great day when president bush left (bush as you will remember in our oral history was the starter of the first of the never ending war) and how the country was still divided by invisible lines and we still lived under many flags dreaming of the day we lived united. . God how simple the fight for oil was before the plagues hit and the black disease that was created by a man who hated the world and thought himself as a god ready to remake it in his own image of his own mind empty and violent. In those past years a was a small time writer With a political knife trying to cut the red tape at that time I was still a nobody just writing and throwing my radical messages of love and a love to change the system. Over the years my small little fan base blossomed to more then 10.000 friends all ready to make the change at the time my right hand man was my brother Dylan he tried to help me get over the stress that people really wanted to hear my views. I spent the next few years travelling across the worlds trying to find what all lives are looking for happiness freedom with out state and a equal base for humanity to survive. During those days when terrorists threats were more from the government to spread the fear and distrust to anyone different from their religion to state basically anything they don’t want to hear the abolish Society Controlled by television and the media and the doctors surprising free thought with anti depressant pills or the control of the hard drug scene in the low income neighbourhoods and central cities. Police and corruption became out of control People missing with out explanation pot dealers at the time were spending years in prisons while some cities were giving away pure heroin in safe shooting areas Such a confused years that we walked but those are all just past memories I am now top guard for the safe way brigade i am lead heads of all except for the council of thirteenth the protectors of the oral and written history. Which as some people wonder our history seems changed since the started their round table of politics and healthy change more there needs and we servants marked with tracers so our exact view is know at anytime .we are not rebels or hero’s we just believe freedom is our choice and since they have taken everything that was wrong in the past we have become placid empty and droned people man to taste a beer or smoke my old bong that I have still hidden after the great drug rebellion. Some say we are the enemies and there views are the only right way to survive what is left of humanity me I want to be how I am wear what I want and if I like smoking a blueberry blunt after a had days work I think is my right to do so. Over the begging of the change things started to change so slow we really didn’t even see it Does anyone remember smoking tobacco now very illegal and instant punishment always by death was handed to anyone with a smoke if only we new the people that they killed behind our back but in the end smoking was never more, well except the few of us that lived on mother nature had our own fields of all the smoke and dope you need .but again like a stuck mind sorry I am getting called back a problem with strangers on the gate Lostrelic log apr 25 2016 HC [comments] => 1 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 8 [informant] => lostrelic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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