Twas the night before a party, when all through the town, no pigs were stirring, no cops were around.
We drank Seagram’s, and smoked Panama Reds, while visions of the munchies danced through our heads.
But all of a sudden, came a knock at the door. We all yelled “Pigs!” and hit the floor.
But what to our red-glazed eyes should appear? A fucking pound of Columbian, with two kegs of beer.
The man at the door flashed us a smile, so we said “come on in, man, you should party a while.”
But we heard him exclaim, as he flew through the sky: Marijuana to all, and to all a great high!
I loved Thora Birch’s role in this movie.
Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, are given a chance to climb. They refuse, they cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is
— Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)