Shrooms: Microscopic Focus on things that are Irrelevant

  •  Motivation
    • Everything I do is calculated
      • Everything is an event and I’m compelled to judge it
        • High anticipation of favorable outcome per event
        • I analyze arbitrary events to figure out if I can ethically benefit from it
  • Inability to meditate
    • Become one with universe/nature
  • Precautions
    • Bodily Harm
      • Firearms
      • Knives
    • Rampage
      • Grand Theft Auto – Vice City (Five-Star)
      • Federal Hate Crime
    • Ideal Setting
      • Beach
      • No people
      • No phone that would inform SWAT of my where-abouts or support prosecution

 

  • Stage-One (Consumption)
    • ¼ sandwich bag
    • Disappointment 45 minutes post consumption

 

  • Stage-Two (Confusion)
    • Trying to book a flight on Delta Airlines website
      • Unable to understand error messages
        • Gazing off screen and observing a reflection in window that defies Laws of Physics

 

  • Stage-Three (Realization)
    • Two subsequent anomalies within a span of 5 minutes must mean something
    • Holy **** it’s beginning…

 

 

 

  • Stage-Four (Begin Safe Environment Protocol)
    • Commence to leaving home
      • Confirm I have key in my right-hand pocket before exiting home
      • Confirm phone is not in my possession
      • Reconfirm I still have key in right-hand pocket before closing door
      • Triple-check for oncoming and outgoing traffic in both directions on one-way street

 

  • Arrived at beach
    • YES!!! (no people around)
    • Find comfortable resting area

 

  • Stage-Five (Brace yourself)
    • How is it cloudy outside and still uncomfortably bright to my eyes?
    • Must restrict sunlight…
    • Fetal position with forearm shielding face from direct sunlight

 

  • Observing Sand (beneath my face)

 

  • Hmm… this strand of red seaweed resembles a scorpion
  • Hey, this other strand of red seaweed also resembles a scorpion

 

  • Looking back at original strand of red seaweed
    • Yea… that’s interesting

 

  • Looking back at its neighbor
    • Okay you no longer look like a scorpion anymore

 

  • Looking back at original strand of red seaweed
    • Oh… you’re still there…

 

  • Looking up (away from sand beneath)
    • Pigeons 5-10 yards directly in front of me
    • Yo… why are y’all so close to me?
    • y’all thought I was dead huh?
    • None of them are directly looking at me
    • Oh… you guys think your vultures waiting for me to die?

 

  • Avoiding confrontation with pigeons
    • I gaze north of the beach
    • Damn… I see Ft. Lauderdale… but I also see fine grain sand in extreme detail with Ft Lauderdale in the horizon
    • Damn… my vision is crystal right now

 

  • Gazing off
    • Whoa… microscopic focus on one of the floaters in my eye
    • I’ve always had floaters ever since I was a child
    • Wow it’s interesting… It’s like on stage
    • It’s dancing for me
    • It’s like documentaries about bacteria or sperm moving under a microscopic lens
    • Yea… you look like a multi-legged sperm that’s performing just for me
    • You must be lonely though
    • Your friends (other floaters) are ignoring you

 

  • Gazing off
    • Yea… them dudes at NASA are pretty smart
    • Too much light distracts and blocks imagery that our brains are trained to render as irrelevant
    • James Webb got it
    • Yo… I bet NASA only understood this because they took shrooms too
    • F*** Laws of Physics

 

  • Gazing off
    • I really don’t want to be bothered by people right now
      • I’m usually emphatic to people that go out of their way to talk to me
      • I’m usually honored by them saying hi to me (a stranger)
      • But right now… I don’t care about their feelings
      • Hey, I really appreciate you saying hello to me… But I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t even care that I don’t care about your feelings.
      • Like… tomorrow we can talk and I will enjoy the interaction. But right now… I just don’t care about what you have to say.
      • I don’t care if you think I’m rude. It’s weird because I usually care a lot about people that aren’t scam artists and still want to talk to me.
      • I don’t care about your feelings.
    • Stage-Six (Reality Creeps)
      • My eyes aren’t as sensitive to the daylight on a cloudy day anymore
      • This must mean that I’m gradually coming off it
      • My vision isn’t as laser anymore
      • Yea… I see you floater (in my eye)
        • It’s still competing for my attention
      • Sorry floater, you’re not important to me anymore
      • I don’t care about your feelings
      • Why am I apologizing to a floater in eye?
      • Yea… I’m still trippin
      • I get up off the sand and begin walking home
      • A white man crosses my path and says good morning to me
      • I’m honored that he addresses me and force myself to reciprocate friendliness
      • I don’t really care about him but I know I should since he greeted me
      • I need to document this experience while it’s still fresh
      • I noticed that I am having a hard time spelling basic words as I type

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