Indeed trying times are at hand. The world is high on the smoke billowing up from the flames of our ... View MoreIndeed trying times are at hand. The world is high on the smoke billowing up from the flames of our sorrows. I searched for an easy path, it doesn’t exist. I feel like an easy path right now. The darkness is growing as a cancer. This ball of dirt from which we were born is terminally ill. Time is not a respecter of persons. Waiting for no one I stand alone, and watch him continue on. He walks a brisk pace. No swagger in his step. He serves one mission: measurement. On the same coin he denies no one credit when it’s due. Of all his existence I’ve wasted I am somewhere behind. One foot after the other I am being left. Stuck in my yesterday. I am glued, can’t let go. I wish I could have learned. No more teaching provided. I have graduated past the free courses. Now I must pay for the knowledge I obtain. The price is high: blood, pain, sweat and toil. I am falling, my own devices await below. Pockets sewn closed. Mouth as well. My trousers are singed with the false witness I dug out of my pockets as casually as the lint lining their carcass. I am as hollow as the wind. We are who we associate with.. sooner or later. Days when the wind was my companion were drawn out. The pencil has dulled and I used the blade from my sharpener to cut all Hope from soul. Meaningless words tossed about like cuisine in a food fight. We are at war with our condition. Continuously pitted against our own well-being. Our dark placement in time and space truly paints the clearest of pictures. Light is there. It is simply spread thin. One must search for it. Invitation necessary. My eye sockets are hollow as well. I’ve lost my marbles and senses. I’m mad. Stark raving mad! I’ve grown disturbingly complacent as the one who roams. My socks have holes in the heels. Blood soaks their soles. I paint two X’s where the windows of my soul once drank in everything. Boards over windows of a condemned house. Blind. Yes. Dead. Yes. Happy? Am I? Dead? Yes. Nomadic. Haunted by regret and restlessness. Tormented by ME! I thought I could give up. My subconscious refuses me my desire. I was wrong. As the flesh of my back rips open I rise from the ashes. Wings push free. I share resemblance with a butterfly. Black and crimson melts from my skin. Light breaks through it’s own absence. The embers that we’re dwindling and fading ignite with a passionate fury. I rub the sleep from my.. from my eyes! I have them back. Oxygen enters my lungs. Light enters my limbs. The numbness dissipates. Here I am. I take flight. Soaring. Hello Father Time. Good day to you. Mother Earth I’ve ignored your beauty for much too long. Please forgive my ignorance. I pick up my paint brush. I throw shades of yellow and green onto my chest. Here I am! Running. My socks are once again vibrant. I remove my pen. It was lodged in m heart. Blood fills the wound and I can feel. I can breath. I can smile.. justaylor (Self proclaimed Adventurer, Philosopher, and Psychonaut. 21st Century Hippie.)
ScooterThePsychonaut
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I have consumed 325mcg of genuine LSD my friends. Much long needed. What are some fun things to do.
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FakeNameIMadeUp
Play No Man’s Sky in creative mode while listening to Alan Watts lectures.
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April 18, 2020
bluefruitz
write something from December 31, 1969
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April 18, 2020
Fever dream
Skittles movies hit the no2 smoke some weed jack off/ have sex smoke some deems listen to music take a shower ... the regular stuff
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April 18, 2020
ScooterThePsychonaut
All were greatly appreciated. I meditated and talked to friends about meaningful experiences. Thank you all so much.
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April 20, 2020
I try to find it, I search. I hunt, I relentlessly pursue it. Where is it, why can’t I find it? Relief, do you even hear my pleas? Why do you escape my grasp? WHY? Death says he has the answer. so doe... View More
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When your just livingnlife the best way you can covered head to toe in peanut butter
Destiny is woven in our DNA. Legacy is left behind us in each step. Legacy is also born in each new breath. Purpose is elusive. Each human being has a natural craving, writhing contemptuously in the v... View More
Where is the best place to find literature, instruction, and tips on farming mushrooms? Please, I need help.
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Indeed trying times are at hand. The world is high on the smoke billowing up from the flames of our sorrows. I searched for an easy path, it doesn’t exist. I feel like an easy path right now. The dark... View More
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Thank you 21 comes next month I wonder what life shall bring
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February 25, 2020
Your only 21 bro you write such beautiful words i can read and comprehend and have a passion for such things but my mind is blank when it comes to creating things that dont work in a mechanical manner my hands move slower than my brain even typing this ive had to re read it three times just to assur... View More
Thank you for the read. That was amazing man. Keep up the great work! Im loving the art as well. You have talent brother. Stay strong!
I really appreciate it. This is very encouraging y’all. Like for real that means a lot.
Has anyone any experience with magic truffles? For example Psilocybe Hollandia is the most potent one described on the sites I’ve found them on.
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Cultivatin now hope to try innthe future jallisco var tampi is the strain
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February 25, 2020
Clockwork Henri, id say 0.5-1g, but it obviously depends on the truffles, and what mushrooms youre comparing them to
02.27.2018 They ask me who Scooter McGee is. He’s the person I used to aspire to be. He’s the successful drug addict. He’s the effortlessly reckless plastic bag in the wind. Water in a cup. He seems t... View More
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Yes sir this is a metaphorical portrayal of my testimony greatly inspired by Lewis Caroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland it basically explains what happens when we fight so hard for a control we will never have. The entire premise fueling the theme is perception drives reality and obsession driv... View More
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March 8, 2020
Truly it was, I found him, in July of 2019. I am he, justaylor.
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March 10, 2020
Prince Dmt, where the wild things are is a great representation of how Scooter played out once he arrived in the Scoot Kingdom (in the book I’m writing)
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May 8, 2020
The Scoot Kingdom is the perfect version of the world/life I subconsciously constructed when my father passed. It is the way the world would be if I was in control. Everyone has their own mine is titl... View More
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I really appreciate that my dawg. That is my calling in life. I hope to start my own company to encourage others to find their home in whatever art form speaks to them and that they can use to speak through.
You overweigh your micro again brotha where did you come up with mr truckboard