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12:59 AM -- 2005-07-23
Visons of poison doth dance in my head...

Well this has been a fucking month. For one, garden gnomes invaded my house when I was away, and I think they snatched my walkman. And that still isn't the weirdest day in the past 30.

I celebrated my 21st birthday with a solo mushroom trip from hell. It was expectedly rough... I had 5 grams ground to dust and mixed in a watermelon creme slush from sonic. The logic of my choice escapes me, because the outcome was a dirty paste that tasted like strawberry milk. I get gagged-up just thinking about how I dropped the ball when I ordered up that flavor.

Anyways, after about 20 minutes, I was hitching a ride from cloud to cloud, ipod at my side playing 3 Beatles albums consecutively. The nature in my empty backyard was incredible to watch. I'd just gaze into the trees and find universal assurance from some deity any other day would be invisible to me. George Harrison's lyrics in Savoy Truffle sync with all the movement in the backyard... comfortable chaos. The guitar licks in Octopus' Garden tug at my spinal cord. I tried to put pen to paper, but it proved impossible, the farther I drifted from motor skills. I stumbled into a cool empty house, browsed the books in my psychoactive library... and as if on a dime, the worm turned... oh boy did it turn.

Humanity became remote to me.... I lost the abilty to form words, and I panicked. A feeble attempt to ground myself, I turned on the tv and these weird hairless creatures were milling around... so ugly on the screen. I snapped into thinking about overdose and calculating just how much of that vicious smoothie I had actually taken. At this point, I was so distant from my own humanity that looking in the mirror would be terrifying. I calmly vomitted the rest of the introspective juice into the toilet, and collapsed on the bed. The possiblilty of fading into a vapor cloud was very real, I have to watch them discover my corpse. Nature's pretty fucked up like that. Anywho, as you can imagine, I was a ball of panic-stricken sinews and tendons. The best idea I could agree upon was making a few phone calls, which was a bust because I couldn't maintain coherencey long enough not to scare people.

I came down 3 hrs later... looking like death warmed over, cold sweat and all. What a nasty storm it was. But as fucked up as the whole afteroon was, I somehow feel like I sorted some shit out.

As far as my mushroom experiments go, I was assured of one thing. Being with others also under the influence grounds one to humanity. But in a solo session, the adverse happens and its easy to lose your mind.

CuckOO.

And in responsible news, I booked my flight to London... september. Now if those fucking children blowing shit up would just knock it off. Scaring the bejezzus outta my family. shit.

Its always a good idea to smoke yourself down. Parachute.

The Ninja, signing off...

Sa Da Tay