I felt a premonition of the rest of my life gradually worsening but, due to tolerance/acceptance/resignation, me actually feeling the same, until I died.
You need to be in June.
“After you read this sentence look around and calmly gather 5 things at random and (without thinking about what you’re doing) leisurely stack those 5 things on top of each other and photograph it with a smartphone.”
A man who’s played Warcraft the entire trip just asked me to “turn down the brightness” on my computer screen. He is sitting in front of me.
[Sand dunes] bear a resemblance to the force that created them, wind. It is as if each grain of sand were a bit inside the memory of a natural computer.
I’d planned to die at thirty, and then I’d push it on ten years, forty, and then fifty. You always push it on. And then you go on and on and on. It’s difficult.
12:19am: Someone said Gatsby is ‘richer than God,’ now the Marilyn Manson guy is dancing to electronic (?) dance music
liveblogging being on mushrooms for the first time in ~1.5 (?) yrs
Sitting on floor struggling to get the energy to move across my room to get/ingest Adderall so that I’ll have thoughts during The Hobbit
i cant feel wetness