dusk

Sometimes on a THC drink you hit some panic shit..

Your brain wants to go there..

And sometimes I’ll visualize smashing myself in the face with a sledgehammer.

Or running.

Like completely escaping everyone and everything… hiding away in some unknown hut in some unknown place..

Cause ya gotta have goals -no cure for cancer..

I can’t be good for the brain yo…

Not good for your emotional well-being..

I went to drinking half once I started hitting these patches..

And I remember a story about a local pothead suddenly becoming allergic to marijuana..

Like at some point your body is like “nah”

The brain too..

So to try and send you a signal….the brain might start freaking out..

And that’s when you visualize erasing yourself with a six foot pencil,and a giant eraser on the end of it ..

And I tie it to a tree…

And I begin rubbing myself with it,like a bear..

Then I erase myself out of existence..

Slip into another dimension,one giant eraser stroke at a time…

“it’s comforting”.

I don’t know why but it is..

Because then ,your problems become your problems… because I’m not a part of it..

Spiritual erection.

Call and calling and where you’re supposed to be in all this..

What you decide…….

…

So yeah.

I started drinking halves but I might move down to thirds …

My brain is too dumb.

Too counterproductive.

The experience does not yield happiness…

(🎵🎶🎵🎶)

Yes…it makes musical wandering fun…

Wandering..

(the unnecessary meanderings)

Yeah… Thirds

……

It’s probably good to know when your brain is bad for shit..

Not shit that’s bad for you..but your bad brain travels into worse..

Shit you shouldn’t fuck with..

Yeah probably 👍

(or the reward outweighs the little panic attack)

And that’s what the devil sounds like when he talks..

That’s the kinda shit you get..