I believe it was just a hint or some kind of encouragement in regards to the problem I was working on. Hard to remember. I just recall that warm breath in my ear canal and the most intense boner of my childhood.

I’ve always struggled to like raw tomatoes. They are warm and pungent, like opening a garbage receptical in the summer heat.

I remember in Grade 2 my teacher whispered something in my ear during a test and I got hard as a fucking rock.

“WRONG MOVE, BUSTAH!”

Elite Dangerous

Except all the black ones already have a fat creampie inside.

As an (expat) American I have always felt a desire to connect with my heritage and experience the old world, despite never having the chance to. It feels crazy to me that people are overseas living where so much history played out, walking old streets past ancient walls and buildings, and often within a short journey to Neolithic sites and old ruins. There are quiet men herding sheep in a windswept field with mossy rock formations just chilling over there beside their prized lamb, Ollie. Americans removed themselves from all of that and over a couple of centuries it became something mythical and out of reach. We are essentially cut off from our own heritage, and are strangers to our own people, but we’ve been brought up in a culture that makes us quite alien to them when we do make the pilgrimage.

It’s kind of a sad thing, but I’ve been away from America long enough to understand why Europeans are so put off. Even the most left-leaning Americans need a lot of de-programming. I know I did. Now when my mother visits I am hyper-aware of how different we have become.

“I have mild diarrhea. What is the best way to dispose of a human body?”

He was better as the beast.

That’s fucking bad ass!

You think they’ll pray when the masses eventually drag them out of the chambers?

Don’t feed the Yao Guai!

I’ve never thought I was dying on psychedelics, but many times on THC and once on MDA. The MDA was probably the only one of these instances where I was in any real danger. My cat helped me through that one.

https://youtu.be/3sry34AOwlU

I have a very vivid memory of walking into a gas station at 2am with friends, high on mushrooms. We all went our separate ways to grab drinks and snacks, and then stood in a surprisingly long line with a few strangers to purchase them. I was in another dimension. All of us were. None of us were communicating with each other whatsoever. Just standing there in line with huge pupils and snacks in our arms. Then someone started snickering quietly. Then another. Then another. Soon it was psychedelic fucking pandemonium beneath those florescent gas station lights. I think even the strangers may have been having a good time. I’m not even sure how we managed to pay. Great memory, though.

Try to find that cool looking Beavis and Butthead site I saw my brother browsing in the earliest days of our internet access. I had asked him where he found it and he couldn’t remember, so I searched and searched and searched to no avail. I never found that Beavis and Butthead site. I just remember there was a lot of yellow.

All I can say is that my wife could live in squalor for weeks without batting an eye, but simultaneously believes I’m high strung for not being able to chill if my space is dirty. Tells me to leave it. But we both know how bad it gets if/when I leave it, and it ends up being me who cleans it one way or another.

4chan?! Fuuuuck dat… Prolly got no games…

It’s actually illegal to take a homeless man’s hair unless he gives it to you.