The question I needed to answer was “Where do I begin?”
The answer is I don’t know. Maybe it’s a good idea to start from the beginning. I don’t know how far back I can go, until I am comfortable perhaps.
Let me begin with what I planned, or better yet, what I envisaged. The green was a yardstick by which I could measure connective communication with. What I mean by this, by some, subconscious, underbelly of thought, we were on the same wave length. We love and exist on the same plan of thought.
We have managed this under sober conditions (important),...
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What the hell?
NO FRUIT JUICE? Of all the days, when I need it and want it. I had to settle for Robinson’s Summer Fruits. It’s very shitty to be drinking watered fruit juice. All of them contain water, but dammit, this was special. This was my moment. This was my glory hour, my moment of euphoria. Perhaps over dramatic, but why the hell not? It’s not often I make a fanfare of anything.
The glass contains a spook with a plastic handle. It’s white, and has a modicum of design. The aesthetic appeal of spoons has never been attention grabbing for...
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Taking Woodrose is a good experience if taken the right way from what I understand.
It can be intense, but more often than not I have heard of nausea. I’ve read I should combat this with some Dramamine or something, which I think is an ingredient in one of the sets of pills that work like magic mushrooms. I don’t know if this the best plan, but since it contains that chemical, I’m probably going to go for it.
Well having done more research, I think I will take the Woodrose with a friend. It just seems a little too damn trippy,...
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