Is there anything still there? This one has legs, is running away from me like I smell bad. It’s very wispy, maybe I can salvage a little bit of it… The part I remember first is the last part. I’m walking away from someone; she’s been teaching a class, she said something about herself that […]Read More ‘The Poison Of Dreaming.’
Full moon. A change of seasons from Autumn to Winter proper. The neighbors got their hands on a goat, we’d hear it bleat in feint protest over the next couple of days. Then they slaughtered it to mark some sort of special occasion. The smell of that and cooking it filled the air for a […]Read More A Solid And Permanent Something.
At this point I’m about an hour in and David Bowie has ended and I’m not sure how it became an option I had a lot of stuff open on YouTube and one of the videos somewhere in there was for Ravi Shankar: ‘Chants of India’, the album that George Harrison produced. So I went […]Read More Maha Mrityunjaya Mantra.
Putting some effort into getting a fresh batch of ‘shrooms left me with one jar that took forever to fully colonize. It hadn’t even colonized completely when a few ‘shrooms started growing inside the jar. I left it to its own devices not wanting to risk contaminating what was left of the cake by birthing […]Read More Hunky Dory.
The last time I had ‘shrooms it was quite clear that I had run out of time being able to use them recreationally. If I wanted to carry on working with them I would need to create a proper framework to use them in. So for the last year and a half I delved into […]Read More The Revenge of Time.