Edible Cannabis seems to amplify the apocalyptic and nihilistic components of my personality one hundred-fold. The other day, I consumed a small segment of the most enriched 'cannabutter' in town and fell into an Oedipal nightmare that made me want to gouge my eyes out with rusty spoons. The Freudian nightmare of my psyche unfurled into an omnidimensional knotwork of topologically impossible shapes. Unable to escape and unravel myself from this topological horror, I fell deeper and deeper into an emotionally constipated despair that lasted for days. I am now out of this horrific state, with the topological tension somewhat relieved, albeit still knotted in the same contortion that I left it, just ever so slightly and temporarily relaxed. Sadly, I am not of the psychological temperament of the Hashishchins of those days of yore where I parouse the phantasmagoric labyrinths of Old London whilst reaching for the paradisiacal nectars of Paradise, just neurotic whirloopls of unbareable psychological torment. In my time of being immersed in various psychonautic communities, CB1-receptor agonists do not seem to complement the personality profile of the Neurotic...