High

the book I read was High: Confessions of a International Drug Smuggler. it was really cool and informative and it is great help for anyone looking for tips on how to break into the business. Brian O'Dea, the author, never actually comes out and gives advice, but it is easy to find it as he details all the failed deals, the people lost, and his eventual arrest and incarceration in the book. In all seriousness, it is a very interesting read and jumps back forth from his time in prison to his journey there. It is a good book and worth the read.

REAL TALKN

Let me preface this by saying that I've been a memer since they first appeared on 4chan circa 2006 (ages ago in internet time). I remember refreshing /b/ all afternoon with the hope that someone would make a new meme. I was a memer back when Advice Dog was the only one and I still upvote every Advice Dog meme I see becasue of the fond rush of nostalgia it brings me. Nowadays, there are many thousand on quickmeme and other meme websites. I was a memer back before memegenerator was created (the first meme website) and I had to make them with MS Powerpoint or Paint. Speaking of meme websites, I was one of the first submitters to memebase.com and still have one of the top accounts there despite having migrated to reddit nearly 2 years ago. It was on 4chan and memebase where I cut my teeth creating memes, way before I had a reddit account and way before /r/adviceanimals[1] was created in late 2010. Back before I could get any sort of points or even username recognition, I was creating memes as a clever and easily digestible way to reflect on society, relate some story to my audience, or just be funny. Do you remember rich raven? No? I do. You probably don't remember depression dog, crazy girlfriend praying mantis, introspective pug, or friendzone Johnny either. I remember all of them. In fact, you have only submitted two posts to adviceanimals garnering a total of just 4 points and have not commented there any time recently. So please, respect my judgement regarding the direction of the subreddit and the integrity of posts I have held dear to my heart for nearly 7 years but you have no strong feelings for. Thanks.

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Hello, I am currently 16 years old and I want to become a walrus. I know there’s a million people out there just like me, but I promise you I’m different. On December 14th, I’m moving to Antarctica; home of the greatest walruses. I’ve already cut off my arms, and now slide on my stomach everywhere I go as training. I may not be a walrus yet, but I promise you if you give me a chance and the support I need, I will become the greatest walrus ever.

Zack McCord <3

Hearyt

Everyone has a heart. Well everyone except for that one guy who doesn't. That's right, there is a person who no longer has a heart and instead has a device that circulates blood through his body.

Here is a link to the story.

It's pretty crazy to think of what humanity has accomplished with technology. Maybe one day we can live without bodies? Science is amazing!

Whatever I want

Nelson said I could write about whatever I want so I'm writing about something that I've wanted to write about for a long time. 

I'm sick of seeing this thinly veiled pro-marijuana propaganda.
A lot of people say that the biggest danger is "getting caught with it." Really? Well, let me tell you a story.
A good friend of mine - who had never been so much as drunk in his life - decided to try marijuana on his 18th birthday. He discovered that he enjoyed it, and started smoking in moderation. On Friday evenings (when he had the time and the money to spare), he'd light up his pipe with a few friends, and they'd all watch a bad movie together.
Now, that sounds fine, right? Maybe it would have been, if it had stopped there. Unfortunately, my friend eventually discovered that he was really good at cooking while under the influence, and his little get-togethers soon included a selection of home-cooked food. People started requesting my friend's recipes, to the point where he decided to put together a cookbook. Then, in an effort to make this cookbook as high-quality as he could manage, my friend learned the basics of photography and took to documenting examples of the meals that he made. Before long, he had even taught himself some design skills... which, combined with the release of his cookbook, resulted in him getting a job offer at a publishing house.
My friend worked at that publishing house for close to a year and a half. He became well-liked and respected, and seemed to have a great career ahead of him... but then, one fateful morning, he stubbed his toe in the parking lot. According to my friend, it hurt a little bit, and he actually scuffed his shoe.
All because he'd smoked marijuana.
Don't do drugs, kids.

Fears

I am afraid that one day I am going to wake up and the world is going to be covered in a deep pool of Red Bull, and the only way to save everyone is to drink all the Red Bull. So I try to drink all the Red Bull and I'm drinking and drinking but I can't seem to make a dent and all of a sudden I start cramping up, but I don't want to stop drinking because my friends are drowning and so I keep drinking but now I have to pee but I know I can't because I need to keep drinking the Red Bull so I try to hold it but the pressure in my bladder keeps building and building until I can't hold it anymore and I pee my pants in front of my friends and then they all laugh at me and I'm just sitting there with damp pants and a Red Bull stained shirt. That would be the worst thing possible.

I remember

I remember those days.

The days where the world seemed bright and shining and every day was a new gift.

Life isn't like that anymore...

I remember being excited to go home and see my family. I remember running inside and giving my mom a hug and telling her I loved her.
I remember what it was like when I wasn't balancing on a razor-blade with anger on one side and sadness on the other.
I remember how easy it was to get out of bed every morning.
I remember actually caring about things.

I remember being happy.

A blackout poem