Found this off another blog... Most of it is soo true! Embrace Yo'self!
Wild or Crazy
I am wild. I am not crazy. There is a difference.
The stupid can’t see the difference, the inhibited deny the difference, and the authorities just don’t give a fuck about the difference — but the difference is everything.
Wild or crazy. At the extremes of sex, drugs, and rock and roll — anything worth doing, really — you’ll find only these two flavors. They are the chocolate and vanilla of passion. The yin and yang of sin.
Wild explores. Crazy escapes.
Wild is beautiful. Crazy is broken.
Wild seeks enlightenment. Crazy seeks annihilation.
Know the difference. Be aware of the difference. Embrace wild, and send crazy packing.
Savor a savage fuck. Sample a heroic dose. Enjoy any raw and filthy moment of human vulnerability your heart desires, but always ask yourself: are you consciously seeking enlightenment or are you seeking to annihilate your consciousness?
If you don’t know the answer, get the fuck out of the room.
If you’re trying to escape, stop what you’re doing. Get help.
If you’re trying to explore, smile with your soul and take every inch of the experience as deeply as you possibly can.
And no matter what, don’t fucking judge — blowing a fat line of cocaine off a rock hard cock in a Vegas bathroom can be just as valid an exploration of consciousness as dropping acid in the desert with a tantric drum circle of naked hippies.
You don’t need to be burning incense for it to qualify as a religious experience.
You don’t even need a god.
All you need is a brain and a battle-cry:
Bitch, be wild. Don’t be crazy.
"Coke Talk"
