It’s been a significantly long time since I was psychedlicized , about 38 years. It scared the bejesus out of me and acted as a cautionary experience I have never overcome, prior to that experience it was a lot of fun and I am not sure I would ever have stopped if not for that day/night/morning. Now they have legalized psilocybin treatment there is a piece of me that is thinking, hmm maybe this is something I should get into.
I’m not going to get into the circular and convoluted logic that has brought this up to me but a lot of it has to do with the world is so mixed up and weird that maybe it will all look a bit better if I was conversing with the fruit on the counter.
Maybe the scary things would become all warm and fuzzy.
Maybe the fuzzy things would become all the more welcoming and loving.
Maybe I would finally understand The Naked Lunch or Tales From Topographic Oceans.
Maybe it would be good to check out and giggle for an afternoon.
Oh I am not talking therapeutic doses here am I?
NO I am not going to drop a tab and swim in the ocean of unreality again, maybe when I get to 80 our so. I