My friends - my pals - my comrads at HP. I to you my writings bid - A long time it has been indeed - Since shrooms I once did. But here we are again - In the land that Alice once did stand. I believe the name was - what was it? Oh yes - Wonderland. For the caterpillar* has expounded to me - The properties, nature, and effects - Of that most curious of specimens - Shrooms, mush, pizza toppin's and other such specs. Eat me, drink me - Lick me, fuck me - Whatever - I'll take it all. * someone should do a serious lexicographical (entomological?) research project on the word 'caterpillar' - it is the most peculiar word for an insect I have ever come across - but then again, a catterpillar is a most peculiar insect.
That's pretty good, and you're right.....catterpillar is a very strange word. lol I have a poem about psychedelics too. It goes as follows: When I take my medicine My mind starts tripping Everything seems relevant Kaleidoscopic vision 2c-e and DPT Magic shrooms and LSD Heightened senses, heavenly glimpses I can't explain the things I see I look into the snake's eyes And kiss it on the lips I show no fear, I'm not afraid I better not resist I look deep inside to find myself I might find heaven I might find hell I can't escape No need to try I feel nothing but love For my psychedelic eyes
Great poem, dude, and I know exactly what you mean. I've been there many times. I think I might explore 4-aco-dmt some more (it wasn't really shroom, but it's all the same once it enters your system). I get inspired to write a lot of peotry while on the stuff.
No it isn't, that's only a theory, and it's a theory that has some strong evidence against it. First evidence is 4-aco-dmt begins working way too quickly upon consumption to be converted to 4-ho-dmt (afaik). Second evidence is the experience is plainly different (though this could be from other compounds in mushrooms). 4-aco-dmt is closer to DMT than mushrooms.
Until the Music Stops Dear world, I really have nothing left to say to you; no method of communication seems to work anymore. I'm sorry if I appear distant. I still exist, I promise, but I seem to be trapped in a dream I cannot wake from. Every fiber of our universe has unwinded and is swirrelling all around me just begging for me to put it back together again. But I can't, so I simply dance. I dance to the rhythym of chaos and uncertaintly in a sway of maddening euphoria. And I cannot leave until the music stops and the lights go out over this stage of this strange hypnosis.
