Every night when I get ready for bed there is a zit on my nose and when I squeeze it I start to hallucinate. Tonite after the pus came out I was inside a moose. We were both alive, the moose and I, but someone was shooting at us. These things happen. The dream wears off. Them I’m standing in my underwear in front of the bathroom mirror again.
December 12, 2008
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A friend I stayed with in NYC woke me from my cot at 4am with his screams. In the morning he revealed that Robert Downey Jr. dressed as captain morgan had been standing at the foot of his bed with his leg up on the foot board.
Comment by doug — December 12, 2008 @ 9:46 am
Four years ago, while ‘shrooming, and I exchanged souls with my Uncle Andy. He was cradling me and rocking me and crying. I told him not to be so sad and then, without words, we exchanged souls. I saw things through his eyes, and for the first time I understood where he was coming from. And they say drugs are bad…
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Comment by jb — December 12, 2008 @ 10:54 am
Doug, were they party screams? Like,”Shit YES!! Rob’s here dressed like Capt. Morgan! Let’s PARTY!”
Comment by Rolston — December 14, 2008 @ 11:53 am
What happened to the Moose ?
D’ya think he was just bedding down for the night, after carefully selecting a safe patch of soft grass, he rolled over once or twice to flatten it out, sniffed the air for predators, scratched it’s nose and wham there you were inside him !
Comment by Poll — December 14, 2008 @ 12:43 pm
Maybe it was like Uncle Andy – just a soul thing. I wasn’t actually walking around inside him.
Comment by Rolston — December 17, 2008 @ 10:10 pm