& chocolate chip cookies.

My life is the topic of a lullaby.

Those are some pretty heavy words, but everyday does feel like Christmas, sunny days, home grown, friends, boys, kids running through the streets playing, powerful black faces shining in the sun.

I'm home.

There's nothing like that feeling, that power, of living on land that fits you like a glove. My sleeve will be a testimony towards this, but until then I'm just going to continue to get really killer mini ones, bullets of enlightened beauty all over my body.

When you ask me what my tattoos means I'll take you on an adventure.

I'm looking for love. There. I said it. I fully admit it to myself, I want deep romance. Lust is boring. Lust is nothing. I despise it, it's so basic, so mundane, such a peasant action, it gives birth to life trash. I want nothing to do with lust.

I want love.

Lots of love.

Deep trust, deep understanding, friendship.

Get me?

I guess this is me growing up, really knowing what I want, and finally gritting my teeth and admitting what exactly I have to do and not do to get what I want. Somethings are unhealthy for you, emotionally, physically, stay away from poison.

Giving, receiving or if you're simply around it, stay away from it.

I've had some pretty harrowing experiences in my day, and lust led me to all of those dragons. Led me into the mouth of all those monsters. I've survived, but as always, you learn from your actions. Control yourself, control the world. So in short.

Fuck lust.

I want to hold hands. I want to talk. I want to smoke. I want to listen to music.

I don't want to fuck. I don't want to know in what position you want to lick my vagina.

I want you to tell me how beautiful I am, as you caress the side of my face.

I don't want to see your dick.

I want to touch..

Your soul.

I want to make you breathless.

I'm passionate you know? I'm romantic. I'm a believer, I have faith in the power of love. All that epic Disney shit really touched me as a child. And I've seen it, I know it's real, because I can imagine it.

Because I can envision a perfect love, an endless love, that ability? Is more than enough to fuel my faith in what seems other worldly to us now.

We're just confused. At least that's what I believe. Love is still here, we've just forgotten what it looks like. Some of us have never even known. People lied to us, made us forget the most important love, that historical love.

Like it not, every single one of us is a child of the past. I feel that connection to history to this earth because I recognize that I am a product of a long line that was here before me. I am eternal.

You are too.

I think when I tell people “Weed saved my life” they think I'm joking, I'm just another hippie pot head, but I really want to stress exactly how true these words are in my life, because honestly, weed DID save my life.

I was in such a dark place before I started smoking, I was drowning in that pessimistic sense of doom that so fittingly befalls the best of history's philosophers at the birth of their great awakening, weed, led me to that awakening.

And I have never wanted to look back.

It was bumpy at first of course, but each bump shook an answer into my cranium, as if my head was a magic 8 ball, and each answer, once discovered, led me to higher ground. This road is sweet.

And Mary led me here.

Wisdom, led me here.

I always asked questions, but with Mary I fight for answers.

I'll never stop smoking.

"I and I is peaceful rasta man"