Showing posts with label bong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bong. Show all posts

Monday, May 4, 2009

Pusher

“Whoa. Dude.”
This was probably the insight The Chemical Buddha used most. It could mean surprise, awe, appreciation, anger and fear. So while the words remained the same, the meaning depended upon the context and how The Chemical Buddha said them. Of course, we believe they were originally uttered after a particularly deep hit of an 8 foot tall water bong. He then incorporated it into all areas of his life with results he found very satisfying. Although it eventually lost it’s power amongst us. But that didn’t deter TCB. In fact, towards the end of his life it was about all he could say other than, ‘wanna fuck,’ ‘suck it,’ ‘twist one up,’ and ‘you buying?’
Do you express your feelings?
If so, does the way you share them draw people in or push them away?
If it pushes people away, how might you draw people in with how you feel?

Friday, March 20, 2009

Smoke 'em if you got 'em.

“I used to smoke a lot of pot, until I tried meth.”
The Chemical Buddha was a man of many addictions and contradictions. We found he obsessed on all sorts of things until he found something else to distract him. And this process was repeated ad nauseam. This insight comes from the smoking phase of TCB’s life. Which, truth be told, he never really left because if he could fit it in a bong or a glass pipe, he smoked it. He found couch cushions provided the weirdest buzz. What today’s insight speaks to most is The Chemical Buddha’s lack of commitment to anything. His inability to fully invest himself in something outside of his selfish pursuits. Although he did fully invest in himself and loved himself without question.
What’s the longest commitment you’ve ever made in your life?
What keeps you from fully committing to more in your life?