Words of Encouragement while drunk

[Dose Me]

Guys I'm kinda drunk and I need some good words of encouragement. Please leave me a nice note or an inspirational feel good quote.

Let's say things that will boost eachother and get the positive energy vibe going. I'm talking true hippy spirit shit.

[Gun Lover]

We are truly lucky to live in the age that we do. Can you imagine how shitty life was just a few hundred years ago compared to the relative heaven that is a modern 1st world country?

That made me feel good when I realized it last night (while drunk ;))

[Anima Mundi]

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
-Sagan

[docus]

Made up my mind to make a new start. Going to California with an aching in my heart. Someone told me there's a girl out there With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Led Zeppelin

[Number13]

i just fucked a french chick maybe you could some day

[Sir Cornwell]

"Just go with the barfing. You know that you'll feel so much better when you've finished worshiping the porcelain god."

[IWD]

We are truly lucky to live in the age that we do. Can you imagine how shitty life was just a few hundred years ago compared to the relative heaven that is a modern 1st world country?

That made me feel good when I realized it last night (while drunk ;))

Haha for some reason your serious response to this made me lul

[Dose Me]

We are truly lucky to live in the age that we do. Can you imagine how shitty life was just a few hundred years ago compared to the relative heaven that is a modern 1st world country?

That made me feel good when I realized it last night (while drunk ;))

This one was good. But you know it might not have been shit to them.

Sometimes I wish I could be an ancient humanoid that didn't know SHIT about the stars...and I could just believe they were signs from the gods and believe it in my heart.

That seems better to me than knowing what a star is and also knowing that I'll never get to see any other star for myself besides the fucking sun. :(

We know enough now to know what we're missing out on. Ignorance is bliss :grinblunt:

[ChinaCat]

lol i thought this was gonna be about egging drunk people on to do stupid shit.

[36fuckin5]

"Well I ain't often right but I've never been wrong
It seldom turns out the way it does in the song
Once in a while you get shown the light
In the strangest of places if you look at it right"

[ChinaCat]

hieroglyphics baby an im hittin on my choppa
sippin on some vodka baby mixed in somethin propa
i roll purple wit keef and hash sometimes
it blows my mind when i mix it it an the three then combine
burn it with my pretty baby she fine
and i dont mean she on the bench when i say she ride the pine

[PirateJoe]

That man's face became for him the face of Darkness and of Time. It never spoke, and yet it had a voice -- a voice that seemed to have the whole earth in it. It was a voice of evening and of night, and in it were the blended tongues of all those men who have passed through the heat and fury of the day, and who now lean quietly upon the sills of the evening. In it was the whole vast hush and weariness that comes upon the city at the hour of dusk, when the chaos of another day is ended, and when everything--streets, buildings, and eight million people-- breathe slowly, with a tired and sorrowful joy. And in that single tongueless voice was the knowledge of all their tongues.

"Child, child," it said, "have patience and belief, for life is many days, and each present hour will pass away. Son, son, you have been mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and despair, and all the dark confusions of the soul--but so have we. You have found the earth to great for your one life, you have found your brain and sinew smaller than the hunger and desire that fed on them--but it has been this way with all men. You have stumbled on in darkness, you have been pulled in opposite directions, you have faltered, you have missed the way--but child, this is the chronicle of the earth. And now, because you have known madness and despair, and because you will grow desperate again before you come to the evening, we who have stormed the ramparts of the furious earth and been hurled back, we who have been maddened by the unknowable and bitter mystery of love, we who have hungered after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy, and now sit quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more shall touch us--we call upon you to take heart, for we can swear to you that these things shall pass.

[CoolStoryScrote]

We are the ones who are in control. No cosmic force is controlling what happens to us, we make our own existence what it is. That makes me fucking happy XD

[AdMech]

That seems better to me than knowing what a star is and also knowing that I'll never get to see any other star for myself besides the fucking sun.
But you can see thousands of stars!

Isn't it cooler to know the photons reaching your eyes have traveled for billions of years over amounts of space so vast the entire solar system is as a mote of dust to them?

[arleybob]

a short passage from a book that defined me

from NAKED LUNCH

'Selling is more of a habit than using,' Lupita says. Nonusing pushers have a contact habit, and that's one you can't kick. Agents get it too. Take Bradley the Buyer. Best narcotics agent in the industry. Anyone would make him for junk. (Note: Make in the sense of dig or size up.) I mean he can walk up to a pusher and score direct. He is so anonymous, grey and spectral the pusher don't remember him afterwards. So he twists one after the other ...

Well the Buyer comes to look more and more like a junky. He can't drink. He can't get it up. His teeth fall out. (Like pregnant women lose their teeth feeding the stranger, junkies lose their yellow fangs feeding the monkey.) He is all the time sucking on a candy bar. Baby Ruths he digs special. 'It really disgust you to see the Buyer sucking on them candy bars so nasty,' a cop says.

The Buyer takes on an ominous grey-green color. Fact is his body is making its own junk or equivalent. The Buyer has a steady connection. A Man Within you might say. Or so he thinks. 'I'll just set in my room,' he says. 'Fuck 'em all. Squares on both sides. I am the only complete man in the industry.'

But a yen comes on him like a great black wind through the bones. So the Buyer hunts up a young junky and gives him a paper to make it.

'Oh all right,' the boy says. 'So what you want to make?'

'I just want to rub against you and get fixed.'

'Ugh ... Well all right ... But why cancha just get physical like a human?'

Later the boy is sitting in a Waldorf with two colleagues dunking pound cake. 'Most distasteful thing I ever stand still for,' he says. 'Some way he make himself all soft like a blob of jelly and surround me so nasty. Then he gets well all over like with green slime. So I guess he come to some kinda awful climax ... I come near wigging with that green stuff all over me, and he stink like a old rotten cantaloupe.'

'Well it's still an easy score.'

The boy signed resignedly; 'Yes, I guess you can get used to anything. I've got a meet with him again tomorrow.'

The Buyer's habit keeps getting heavier. He needs a recharge every half hour. Sometimes he cruises the precincts and bribes the turnkey to let him in with a cell of junkies. It gets to where no amount of contact will fix him. At this point he receives a summons from the District Supervisor:

'Bradley, your conduct has given rise to rumors -- and I hope for your sake they are no more than that -- so unspeakably distasteful that ... I mean Caesar's wife ... hrump ... that is, the Department must be above suspicion ... certainly above such suspicions as you have seemingly aroused. You are lowering the entire tone of the industry. We are prepared to accept your immediate resignation.'

The Buyer throws himself on the ground and crawls over to the D.S. 'No, Boss Man, no ... The Department is my very lifeline.'

He kisses the D.S.'s hand thrusting his fingers into his mouth (the D.S. must feel his toothless gums) complaining he has lost his teeth 'inna thervith.' 'Please Boss Man, I'll wipe your ass, I'll wash out your dirty condoms, I'll polish your shoes with the oil on my nose ...'

'Really, this is most distasteful! Have you no pride? I must tell you I feel a distinct revulsion. I mean there is something, well, rotten about you, and you smell like a compost heap.' He put a scented handkerchief in front of his face. 'I must ask you to leave this office at once.'

'I'll do anything, Boss, anything.' His ravaged green face splits in a horrible smile. 'I'm still young, Boss, and I'm pretty strong when I get my blood up.'

The D.S. retches into his handkerchief and points to the door with a limp hand. The Buyer stands up looking at the D.S. dreamily. His body begins to dip like a dowser's wand. He flows forward ...

'No! No!' screams the D.S.

'Schlup ... schlup schlup.' An hour later they find the Buyer on the nod in the D.S.'s chair. The D.S. has disappeared without a trace.

The Judge : 'Everything indicates that you have, in some unspeakable manner uh ... assimilated the District Supervisor. Unfortunately there is no proof. I would recommend that you be confined or more accurately contained in some institution, but I know of no place suitable for a man of your caliber. I must reluctantly order your release.'

'That one should stand in an aquarium,' says the arresting officer.

The Buyer spreads terror throughout the industry. Junkies and agents disappear. Like a vampire bat he gives off a narcotic effluvium, a dank green mist that anesthizes his victioms and renders them helpless in his enveloping presence. And once he has scored he holes up for several days like a gorged boa constrictor. Finally he is caught in the act of digesting the Narcotics Commissioner and destroyed with a flame thrower -- the court of inquiry ruling that such means were justified in that the Buyer had lost his human citizenship and was, in consequence, a creature without species and a menace to the narcotics industry on all levels.