amanitamuscaria

How profound...a pronoun making the wild young child meek and mild.
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For some reason I get a great deal of satisfaction writing online, then I just hit the backspace key until it all leaves. It is as if that thought really just needed a second oppinion. It makes me think of great artists that painted over and over on their canvas until a moment of clarity is formed. Surely this isn't fit for others to see, but it will do for the time being.

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Blank is my favorite color tonight. I'm feeling mediocre with a side of blah. Something new and exciting needs to happen. Sitting around in the rain doesn't seem to be filling my life with joy and pleasure. I know...This calls for the doctor.

Doctor: Have you been feeling alright lately?

J: Well, I guess I have been feeling a little blah you know like the same shit, different day. different day same shit.

Doctor: Have you been taking your medication?

J: No, I forgot to.

Doctor: Well then it is time that we refilled your script. Take two of these and call me next week.

J: gee, thanks doc...

A little mushrooms puts everything in it's place.

Time for a little perception change.