and a couple weeks ago a few of us did mushrooms|
which is my favourite thing in the world
and i think everyone should do mushrooms
and just go outside and be in nature
it's sacred and holy
and i always have realizations that i can't explain after
and sound like a lot of bullshit if i do
but they stay true in my head
it's the language that fails, not the ideas
the plants come all alive and glowing and growing
the ground flows, this guy wearing camoflauge pants in the city
the pants flow into the ground
and it's pretty funny
everything is pretty funny
we bought a boombox from future shop
that we returned the next day
but at the time you know
it seems like you should always always
be caring a boombox everywhere you go
at all times because the sounds are so amazing
like cold crystals shattering in your ears
all night whenever i closed my eyes
i could see a bright green crystal bleeding light into dark grey glass
a conversation in a city we don't know at three a.m. like
"i'm glad we're going to the park you think exists and not the one i think exists"
"cause if there's no real park, it's your fault!"
"man, no, it's not, it's still your fault"
"well then we should be trying to go to my park if i have to take the blame"
"no my park's better"
"dude, i would totally love some waterfalls right now"
"holy shit there's my park it exists"
"yeah but where's the waterfalls?"
but our voices sound so sweet and sugary
sound like the wind and music and steam escaping
then there's the stars and the grass and the trees and they're all so strange and fantastic
it sounds dumb and talking about drugs is boring but
after doing them i always feel ok
for a couple weeks
it's strange and i start to think it's normal
but then i go back to what's really normal for me
and it's so hard to want to do anything then
you know and always just when i start getting used to sleeping at night
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