The World Is Swell. And How!

Yellow tops, Pandemic, WMDs, Holy Spirits

Sunday, July 26, 2009 | |

I ate some mushrooms a few weekends back and had a blast (I'm talking psilocybin, I hate the kind of mushrooms you supposeda eat). Didn't see God, but definitely tapped into something. Less likely the universe than the absence of self-consciousness. Maybe I've got a home at this church? Does it count as speaking in tongues if when I smoke herb I sing gibberish versions of pop songs to myself? I'm sure if I just went to those minutemen breeding grounds and spoke Spanish they'd think the holy spirit was trying to reach out to them in latin. "Pinche huero cabron" of course signifying rank in God's Army. Okay too much free association considering I haven't smoked yet tonight. Forgiveness prease. (oh shit, I had better not forget to include, considering there's a The Wire reference in this post -- sorry to point it out -- that I dreamt last night that I was watching The Wire and Daniels was wearing a pink mumu/nightgown and a wig because he was visiting Deirdre in a hospital located in a house straight out of LA Confidential's East LA and didn't want anyone to know they were an item. really, I dreamed this.)


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