Thich Quan Duck (Edited Version)

I don’t know where to buy cocaine in Thailand, but you can buy ganja everywhere here. Siam is the Amsterdam of the Orient. 

If I could get a blue vile of pharmaceutical cocaine, the crystals, I would snort once a month, storing it in the freezer. 

I eat ganja cookies 24/7, around the clock, I love getting stoned.

Weed is magical and beer is sweet. Who needs cocaine? Ganja is the most powerful drug in the universe. 

It’s a pain reliever stocked by hospitals around the world.  

There is no such thing as pure cocaine, it's cut with talcum powder, sugar, baking soda, caffeine, heroin, or fentanyl.

Only a fool snorts fentanyl. 

Quality hard liquor is safe to drink if you don't drink to get loaded. 

Jack Daniels, Dewers, Markers, or Añejo Tequila, are nectars of the Gods. 

Most people in the world live from day to day without a bank account. Others, a minority, are insulated with dough and worry free. 

The world is unjust, eat the rich, my mags are rusting and my breaks don’t work. 

I didn’t choose to be here, it chose me, I’m jinxed. 

It’s very hot outside, jai lawn, mak.  

People are afraid of AI and mass surveillance like it's the Stasi, and it will be.    

Yeah, I'm a Eurotrash nail-biter, who gets loaded every day. 

Someday Martians are gonna hoist me aboard their flying saucer. I will study telephathia, sell out, bow, and kiss their feet. 

Harvard Medical School says white-bread sunbathers are at a higher risk of getting skin cancer than people of color. Albinos should stay out of the Sun.   

In 250 years it will be so hot that mankind will need to be evacuated to the Moon, Mars, Heaven, or Hell, fat chance, I doubt it, Heaven and Hell, he he, you can't see Heaven or Hell.

None of us wants to burn alive. 

During the Viet Nam War, Thich Quan Duck was a Vietnamese Mayana Buddhist monk who immolated himself on 11 June 1963,  protesting the persecution of Buddhists by the South Vietnamese government led by Ngo Dinh Diem.

Thich Quan Duck was in a Saigon park when he doused himself with gas and flicked his Bic. 

The smell of Quan’s burning flesh was awful, similar to the smell of burning garbage, or plastic. 

There are few things more painful than burning alive. 

It wouldn’t be something I would do.