break or stretch-out or pull and twist to its breakingpoint at least
and then do it a few more times andm
mhy gutsssssssss

are you kidding?
i don't see how this could map well enough at all in any universe
should be some record
but so deep spaceblowout psychic slingshot across my guts
but so bring them to us, bring me out and around and let me finally have one or two and creep softly
everyone okay the aftermath of last i don't know where i stand or where i'm from or what i'm leaning on
i do not know if things will be okay
things will be okay
things will be okay
seems like everyones sobbing this morning
this dirty sludge sludge swewy mud smell in my mind
for instance
where's that from

have i finished burning this house down yet?

this morning i poured chip crumbs in my eggs as a delicious but puzzling atonement for sins i have yet to commit

they were salt & vinegar

i think that
'candyflipping'
as a term
really undermines the potential psychological/behavioral positives conferred by the individual substances and REALLY does a number on any acceptance of potential (i think massive) therapeutic use/combination
because
to 'candyflip'
it sounds so (indulge me) flippant
really, though, candy? fuck. flipping? fuck. willy wonka'd be at home here.
this is exactly how the 60's killed psychedelic study
for almost fifty years

meet you onthe astral plane

you have to binge before you can walk

no but in actuality maybe everyone should as general safe practice take time out once in a while to crumble implodingly inward for a period let go of the reins for a time and get dragged through the dirt of a life you're not trying to keep up with for once and let the frontal lobes drip off you for a while, cook a little under the sun, and get eaten for breakfast

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