Hello, I just wanted to share a story about my life through drugs and overcoming it. It is slightly abstract, so you might not understand.
i used to be one of the two lifeless bone like bodies walking down trails of cocaine through forests of hash with pretty purple mushrooms on the trunks while sweating heavily. it wasnt so bad when the friends I saw but no one else did came for friendly visits. now they are all angry. the bright flashy lights of the extatic sun confused our eyes and minds untill we exploded, splashing splurts of hard white rocks, puffy green buds and dark ginger jack daniels everywhere into the plentifull puddles of meth. when our walk was over, there was nothing left, not even ourselves. and so with what little strength we had, we eagerly encouraged those close to us not to do it, so that they would not become the reincarnation of the brittle bone like bodies we once were. we were too late, because while we were walking through the forest, they got lost on some white mountains on a walk of their own. so we drifted off, free into the cool breeze. it had been years since our last visit home. were so happy to be back.
Magic mushrooms are the most powerful self-explorative 'tool' on the face of the planet. No matter how deeply you soul search, you will never fully understand yourself and everything around you until you have taken a journey with psilocybin.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of space
Out of time.
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lol why such a terrifying story to say that??
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