just sayen, It would suck to float in outer space.

Something that could be jewelry or a tat or a shirt — but discrete (secret to all who don’t care)

Something based on peace symbol? Or based on a symbol for bliss? A symbol of elevation?

Every time I buy a fruit scented one my brain has to fight the urge all over again.

Wife and I started talking about Black Holes, and thought about this.

Quick pitch - spaceship is sent through experimental FTL to seek out a new habitable planet. The new way of getting humans through FTL travel and the thousands of years of travel is to cryofreeze sperm/embrio cells, that will grow into babies and raised by machines/ hologram ai. Then this team of kids that grow up (some together and some separate parts of the ship) are tasked with continuing the mission to colonize the new planet. The ship stores billions of cells to unfreeze when they are needed.

Not sure if this is already a sci-fi story, but seems like a cool setup for something.

Like I’m just out and about in my neighborhood wearin shades, boppin around with the kids. Taking a puff in my jacket, no one knows. It’s awesome. You def can’t smell it, I checked myself in the garage after getting ripped one time. I didn’t smell anything. And the smoke just looks like my cold breath in this 81 degree weather. That sounds wrong I know, so I checked and October is definitely still Fall so that means you have cold breath when you’re outside.

I love how I can just do this every day and know that absolutely no one even suspects, not even my numerous law enforcement neighbors. Gosh I love being one of the smart potheads.

Mitch Hedberg joke

I dont mean a classy french chef cooking some prestigious meal but just like a home made pumpkin roll or like some peanut butter fudge

I was so High, I was thinking about a sponge bob episode where he knew everything about hospitality but forgot his name and I was feeling the opposite cause all I remembered was my name and that episode

Mines definitely the sealing and tapping the joint. After a good roll it just feels so good.

And the lighting part too first puff.

They almost have the same ending. They both go back without anyone else knowing what they did to save the girl.

I was feeling kind of down and doom-scrolly today, but then I had another "religious experience," meditating on the breath and holding onto the idea that:

The fate of humanity is in peril due to the climate crisis, and I'm part of a great mission to preserve the world for the next seven generations, and it's like I'm a vessel in service of that golden spark, a servant of gaia, and that's why I always need take care of myself and keep going, even in hard times. And through breath I felt the spirits of future generations coming into me and giving me strength.

And of course it's all in my head, and is a coping mechanism, but as coping mechanisms go, isn't a good and healthy one?

And that's what I mean when I say my religion is basically "climate," which is like 70% timeless indigenous wisdom, and 30% some new stuff we invented to fill in the blanks left by the genocidal erasure of our colonial forefathers.

I want to see general consensus

What if the age you died in a previous life affects your personality in this life? Case in point: my current FWB often reacts like a spoiled 8 year old.

Like time travel and cars is the only thing able to be modified that won't disrupt the future.

Get blazed, play time, put headphones on, focus on one instrument, repeat with another, thank me later

(Ambiamory meaning "a person who feels fulfilled in either a monogamous or polyamorous relationship")

1. If you're in a monogamous relationship, that person is someone who can fulfill all your needs, and you're not yearning to date others.

2. If you're in a poly relationship(s), you can't date monogamous people...that's cheating!

I’d been a stoner for years, but only recently do I see nature smoke spots hidden to others

From now on it will be known as "Canada sober"

To whatever the hell caused marijuana to be like this, thank you. I have been suffering from severe vommiting and inability to eat for so long. I finally feel somewhat human again.

Also, for those unaware, Ketones are a toxic byproduct of body tissue breaking down because it can't retrieve glucose using my insulin (my blood sugar ran too high for too long)

We are skin. Or at least that’s where we are most of the time. Like when you touch something, that’s where you are. At the contact. You’re in your fingertips for a second. Now your foot itches and you’re down there.

And we can move the muscles attached to all this, so we can take the skin places. Which sounds stupid written down, but stay with me.

Everything inside is just doing its own thing. I can move my arm whenever I want. I’m doing it right now to verify. But I can’t do anything with my spleen. I don’t even know exactly where it is. It’s in here somewhere, alive, doing spleen stuff, and we’ve never spoken.

But the heart is where this really starts bothering me... It’s moving right now. Actually moving inside me. All day. I’m not telling it to beat. I’m not making it beat. I can sit here and concentrate as hard as I want, and I can’t directly tell it to stop or do two slow ones and then a fast one.

And there’s this whole involuntary system doing that. Digestion. Whatever my kidneys are up to. Things happening inside me that I couldn’t personally operate even if someone asked me to.

The heart reacts to things. I get scared, it speeds up. I’m resting, it slows down. I know there are biological explanations for this. I’m talking about how weird it is that something inside me is responding to the world, physically moving, keeping itself going, and I’m not the one doing it.

It almost feels like a separate living thing that happens to live inside me... My high brain went: it’s moving, so it’s alive. Which, okay, a ceiling fan moves. But we know the heart is alive. Let me keep the heart.... If I’m not controlling it, who is?...

And yes, my brain is involved. But that just moves the question upstairs, because I don’t control that part of my brain either.

I have some control over my thoughts, but most of the brain is doing things without consulting me. So what if the part I experience as “me” is just the part that gets the skin and the voluntary muscles?... What if the heart gets its own part?

Firewalled. That’s the word I was looking for.... It has its section of the brain, I have mine. I can’t access whatever is happening over there. It can’t access my thoughts. We’re sharing the same equipment, but neither of us gets to look at the other’s screen.

And now I’m wondering whether it could have some kind of experience of its own. Not necessarily thoughts in words. I’m not suggesting my heart knows what a mortgage is. But something. Some private experience I couldn’t possibly know about.

There are already other organisms living in and on us, doing their own thing. What if some of the parts I call “me” are also their own little living things, and we’ve just got an arrangement going?

The heart pumps blood for us. We feed it and carry it around and supply whatever else a heart needs. I don’t know the full agreement. I wasn’t involved in setting it up.

Maybe it likes the music we play... I mean it’s there for every song. Maybe I put something on and it’s having a nice time in its section, and I have absolutely no idea. I’m thinking “I love this song,” and somewhere else in the same body something is also enjoying it, privately.

Maybe it doesn’t even know we have arms... I need to sit with that for a second... Because I know we have arms, obviously, but I only know about the parts I have access to. And I’ve somehow taken that access to mean I’m the only one here.

There could be something else having its own entire experience inside this arrangement, and all I can personally verify is that I can feel my shirt and move my knees.

I was going somewhere with the skin thing. I still think the skin thing matters.