piracy

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my presents, from her:



a steel head like a work of art, to pass through generations.





the whole chapel of sacred mirrors in a box.





these people dug into a hillside, proclaimed themselves sovereign, and didnt get nuked. might have something to do with all the secret doors and bunker architecture, or maybe the mystic runes they inscribed.

item the first:

i'm watching the scanner darkly.

it's okay for normals. this is minus twelve levels off my personal freak capacity.

but damn, that man was one fucked up poet .

" i saw death rising from the ground, from the earth itself, in an endless field of blue flowers."

that boy needed some mckenna wisdom.


item number dose.

if you dont know terrence mckenna, you're not getting anywhere in this lifetime.



item the 1/3.


on my last visit to my home town, i have learned that i have inexplicably developed a strong familial connection, not to family (who are all gone), but to freak freak freaks.

like deep, strange, and comfortably uncomfortable love.


fucking wierd.


fourth -

i've become a freaking mother hen. i'm talking with my aforementioned friends and compulsively checking, detailed and extensively, on their situation, in order to reassure mself of their psychosocial safety. i have to vet my friends' friends, to make sure they're good enough, otherwise i'm seriously unable to relax, i need them to be okay.

desperately.




know what that means.


i'm a grown up now.


wtf.



wtfwjd?



or even

HTFWJGOOI?

(How The Fuck Would Jesus Get Out Of Iraq?)