psilocybin and psilocin

Jesus is an amazing man!

Shrooms tell me to go on adventures. To far away un escapaded lands of endless beauty and mystery. Like a flower, where every peddle has endless beauty and idiosyncrasies. An adventure unto itself. The colors. The figures. The beings. All stories. Wondrous stories. With clouds and magicians and flowers blooming from the pedal itself. A vast warp of timeless beauty, never ending, and always being right now!

Around the world. Trips and shit

my future as a male escort

Yesterday; I was sitting at a bar, writing, having a few drinks before I went home after a long day of being fired from Starbucks, saying goodbye to a relationship of three-and-a-half-years, and seeking a replacement-job when a conversation that was being had between two men sitting next to me became more interesting than my rather sulk-esque writing: “Your patients have insurance companies to pay you with but my clients have their wealthy husband’s money.” One of the men is a doctor, the other, a male-escort; the male-escort makes more money than the doctor. . . . heeeh

my words

I once made a collection of words that were sought out with the criteria to be THE words that define me; I wrote them in my journal to record them for future use in an art project; the art project hasn’t yet been started, but here are the words:

Fear

masked by strength

Cognitive dissidence

sketching

writing

passion

Listening

self-hatred

the perpetuate struggle

laughter

forgetting

lightness

weight

seeking answers

seeking understanding

confussion

fly fishing

creativity

leaving rubbish behind

seeking peace

used to be private

trying to be humbly public

I don’t know if I completely agree with these words any more; I believe at the time they had me nailed pretty damn well. But that is how it goes, constant movement; static chaos and chaotic consistence; always changing, always made up of the same stuff. Perhaps those words still define me, since more has been added to my life since I may just have to add more words to define myself correctly. endless words?

nah. . . .