DJAcetone
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Alright motherfuckers, here goes it:
So as you all know, I just harvested some fine Texan mushrooms (go to PD if you haven't already checked out my thread) and this past weekend I decided to give them a shot.
The day started out fine; I didn't have work, didn't eath much the day before, and was in a generally good mood. To get the day going I decide to smoke a bowl (who doesn't do this?), so I reach for my chronic jar. This week's stash consists of some compressed hydro-buds (decent) and some outdoor chronic from the Humboldt area (excellent). I packed a bowl of the Humboldt shit and toked away. After smoking, me and my girl decided that we wanted to try out our new batch of 'shrooms, so we skipped breakfast. Instead of eating, we split a Xan-bar (Xanax for the un-informed). Rather than waiting for the Xanax to kick in, I immediately went to the drying chamber and fetched around 7 grams of dried cubensis. I split the mushrooms with my girl, myself taking the higher dose.
We both went to lay in bed, watching some Comedy Central to pass the time. Through the closed blinds I could see the sun; a sure sign that this moment was meant to be. Time passes, people enter and leave our lives, sadness and happiness, I choose to live in the now. This is it, that nervousness, that forbidden anxiety, the feeling that I am about to become experienced - only for a brief moment, but alas that moment is sufficient for me to go about my days on earth.
I yawn.
I twitch, rubbing my ears and trying to get comfortable. Stay focused, Goddamnit! Don't fail now, to be that little pussy your father never wanted, make the bastard proud! Swallow your pride and realize you ar about to become nothing. A piece of shit like everyone else.
We walk outside, clearly out of our heads now. I look beneath myself, upon the ground on which I walk. The cracks in the pavement become defined, splitting and opening before my eyes. Aztec patterns emmit from below, spreading as far as the eye can see. I am bewildred, lost in thought. How can I not see this in my routine life? When all is normal, when black is black and white is white, how do I not see past the fine print for the hidden meaning? Life is always like this, but my eyes remain close.
I am the higher conciousness. I am God. This is my world and I can control the outcome. Anyone can be a rock star. Anyone can be famous. I choose not to.
Once inside my comfortable apartment I find myself staring upon the ceiling, watching it ripple and form symbols my tiny brain can't fathom. I didn't want to be here, I didn't know what my purpose was, all I asked was to be taught. And they were my teachers, of gold.
Awakenings of this moment in time, a lost soul looking for something that was never there, maybe happiness?
The visuals come to a close, the fat lady sings and I rest in bed. They tell me Tylenol might help this headahce, I tell them nonsense. I reach for the bottle of whiskey (Knob Creek) and pour myself a glass. Alcohol tends to numb me; that is to say I have no one single thought process while under the influence.
That warmth takes over my stomach, like Christmas if it could breathe.
I inhale the smoke of marijuana, masking whatever it is that the mushroom could have tought me. I take the Ambien to forget this even happened. I go another day, lost.
Another dissapointing venture into the land of mushrooms. The next time I vist, my body shall be free of other poisons.
So as you all know, I just harvested some fine Texan mushrooms (go to PD if you haven't already checked out my thread) and this past weekend I decided to give them a shot.
The day started out fine; I didn't have work, didn't eath much the day before, and was in a generally good mood. To get the day going I decide to smoke a bowl (who doesn't do this?), so I reach for my chronic jar. This week's stash consists of some compressed hydro-buds (decent) and some outdoor chronic from the Humboldt area (excellent). I packed a bowl of the Humboldt shit and toked away. After smoking, me and my girl decided that we wanted to try out our new batch of 'shrooms, so we skipped breakfast. Instead of eating, we split a Xan-bar (Xanax for the un-informed). Rather than waiting for the Xanax to kick in, I immediately went to the drying chamber and fetched around 7 grams of dried cubensis. I split the mushrooms with my girl, myself taking the higher dose.
We both went to lay in bed, watching some Comedy Central to pass the time. Through the closed blinds I could see the sun; a sure sign that this moment was meant to be. Time passes, people enter and leave our lives, sadness and happiness, I choose to live in the now. This is it, that nervousness, that forbidden anxiety, the feeling that I am about to become experienced - only for a brief moment, but alas that moment is sufficient for me to go about my days on earth.
I yawn.
I twitch, rubbing my ears and trying to get comfortable. Stay focused, Goddamnit! Don't fail now, to be that little pussy your father never wanted, make the bastard proud! Swallow your pride and realize you ar about to become nothing. A piece of shit like everyone else.
We walk outside, clearly out of our heads now. I look beneath myself, upon the ground on which I walk. The cracks in the pavement become defined, splitting and opening before my eyes. Aztec patterns emmit from below, spreading as far as the eye can see. I am bewildred, lost in thought. How can I not see this in my routine life? When all is normal, when black is black and white is white, how do I not see past the fine print for the hidden meaning? Life is always like this, but my eyes remain close.
I am the higher conciousness. I am God. This is my world and I can control the outcome. Anyone can be a rock star. Anyone can be famous. I choose not to.
Once inside my comfortable apartment I find myself staring upon the ceiling, watching it ripple and form symbols my tiny brain can't fathom. I didn't want to be here, I didn't know what my purpose was, all I asked was to be taught. And they were my teachers, of gold.
Awakenings of this moment in time, a lost soul looking for something that was never there, maybe happiness?
The visuals come to a close, the fat lady sings and I rest in bed. They tell me Tylenol might help this headahce, I tell them nonsense. I reach for the bottle of whiskey (Knob Creek) and pour myself a glass. Alcohol tends to numb me; that is to say I have no one single thought process while under the influence.
That warmth takes over my stomach, like Christmas if it could breathe.
I inhale the smoke of marijuana, masking whatever it is that the mushroom could have tought me. I take the Ambien to forget this even happened. I go another day, lost.
Another dissapointing venture into the land of mushrooms. The next time I vist, my body shall be free of other poisons.
