Haha, well normally I don't blog to talk, just write poetry. But I was so bored that I started thinking of what my friend said.

He saves his roaches so he can roll them up into a joint.

Eventually that joint comprised of multiple roaches will be nothing more but a roach in no time. And then THAT roach will be put to use as a joint later on.

Its like a cycle, a cycle of life in the world of weed. And it got me thinking of the life cycle of our world. We are nothing but little roaches who play a part in something bigger in this world. Even in us, we are comprised of microscopic beings.

Its just a never ending cycle of confusion and fustration when you try to piece together the puzzle. Something quick to ponder on.