seriously, it seems like there is a certain type of person that is drawn to these types of drugs, and I think both groups of people would benefit and be well to do if they switched the types of drugs that they abused.
Hardcore junkies could really benefit from a psychedelic ass kicking where they are forced to see the pain they are causing other people and themselves where their ass gets raped mentally by a giant tryptamine dildo of good will. They see the needle marks on their arms morphing and melting into guardian angels who behoove them to get their third eye out of the pawn shop, and see the blood stains on the wall, the web of lies, the river of deceit that flows down, down, down, while they watch the blood flow in the muddy sewers, and they get hit, and they should have known better.
Spiritually, they die young, so they take another hit of dmt, and bury their brother, the demon junky monkey on their backs, and they never look back.
Whereas the psychedelic enthusiast, who thinks he's gods gift to philosophy, has a million dead shirts (even though he hasn't even seen THE SCHWAG)...and is supported by mom and dads money while he trips 4 or 5 times a week and posts on the shroomery (under the name sheekle) about how great life is and how people need to chill out because life is great and everything is going to be okay.
This guy is a parody of himself, he hates the fact that you like his posts, and he needs to sell off his rc collection, start injecting street drugs and contract hep c while he steals and rips off his friends and family to feed his habit. He will do himself a great service because he will build character and shed pounds and pounds of pretense, living wild in the jungle, while he learns that life is not all butterflies and rainbows.
Anybody else agree?
Hardcore junkies could really benefit from a psychedelic ass kicking where they are forced to see the pain they are causing other people and themselves where their ass gets raped mentally by a giant tryptamine dildo of good will. They see the needle marks on their arms morphing and melting into guardian angels who behoove them to get their third eye out of the pawn shop, and see the blood stains on the wall, the web of lies, the river of deceit that flows down, down, down, while they watch the blood flow in the muddy sewers, and they get hit, and they should have known better.
Spiritually, they die young, so they take another hit of dmt, and bury their brother, the demon junky monkey on their backs, and they never look back.
Whereas the psychedelic enthusiast, who thinks he's gods gift to philosophy, has a million dead shirts (even though he hasn't even seen THE SCHWAG)...and is supported by mom and dads money while he trips 4 or 5 times a week and posts on the shroomery (under the name sheekle) about how great life is and how people need to chill out because life is great and everything is going to be okay.
This guy is a parody of himself, he hates the fact that you like his posts, and he needs to sell off his rc collection, start injecting street drugs and contract hep c while he steals and rips off his friends and family to feed his habit. He will do himself a great service because he will build character and shed pounds and pounds of pretense, living wild in the jungle, while he learns that life is not all butterflies and rainbows.
Anybody else agree?