Captains log, stardate blah blah blah.
The veil is lifted, that incredible chemical soup inside of your brain.Marvin Gaye chimes in..” I can see clearly now the raiiiin is gone…”
That’s Marvin Gaye, right?
I ingested a large stem and cap, kept it simple, had such fun seeing old friends, talking around the campfire until 3 or 4 in the morning, so many laughs. Conversation went wide open, males and females, and she said things that I won’t write down, out of respect.
Pretty strong vibes there, energy of a California girl, everyone on some fungus and laughter.
Preferred not to engage, it’s not where I am at the moment, though her statements clearly sent blood to my penis.
“Cute”
Imagination is imagination, hearing a female declare so bluntly,, liberating? I would say so.
The most perverted part, almost beyond fetish or kink.. sometimes a cracker just needs a hug.
At the end of it.
After thousands upon thousands of words and bleeding and battle and preserving …
Yep, just a hug.
A hug and some fungus might have the power to fix crazy, to a degree, of course.
It was very very pleasant, to see friends I haven’t seen in years, to laugh and clown on each other. I feel refreshed and I have enough fungus to microdose for a while.
I want to keep feeling how I feel, I want to stay in this mindset.
Everything else seems wrong as fuck.
Even if I’m a master at being wrong as fuck, even if I’m a walking trashcan with a mouth,,
No sir.
Nothing gets in here and it’s wonderful to be alive.
Really hate to admit it,,
Fucking hate saying it,
Swallow every word ever,,,but.
I think I need people, I think I need to be around them. I have starved my existence of that and you end up hateful as fuck, just a fuckin hater.
I don’t want to do that anymore, any way that I have to get there, I don’t care, I just don’t want to do that anymore.
Entry over.
dawn 