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it makes no sense.

but I can't remember any of it anyway.

Six daze ago, I was almost about to try someone's 3-year old LSD. Obviously, I'm always up almost for an altered reality or at least some vivid mental breakthrough along the lines of "it's all ok."

so that evening, after the cutest party EVER with a nautical theme that rocked the boat. the vibe was lovely and then after my fourth beer - well, three beers and a Manhattan - I think I was lit. I don't drink more than two beers now. I don't let out of control very often as there aren't any guardrails, yet one of the participants said she was the best trip guide and her chakra drug was 'hallucinagins' so it felt safe to me.

Cut to the next morning I do an internet search for "atypical lsd reaction truth serum" and it turns out it was used as a truth serum attempt. I saw not one single visual, but now I have done LSD beyond a sliver.

I guess.

yet my favorite part was not holding up the energy of all this me.
being able to just say what was in my head.

and then just cuddle.

then I caught covid buying a suitcase

my favorite part was last night as I was calling for my mommy in pain and a mosquito - must be the only one in Oakland - buzzed in my ear and bit me multiples...

I laughed it was so ridiculous.

another good part of him was it broke me away from always thinking about the past.





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