In my friend's Tribeca loft he assured me that one 'could fly a private plane' on the MDMA he had laid in my palm. I trusted him and four clubs and an extra tab later I had to step outside a speakeasy catchily but invisibly trademarked 'Nickel Bag' to get some cool and smokeless air. The dirty, dim-lit avenue curved off over the horizon into infinity somehow -- and I knew that was right. Though I was glad I was not flying a private plane at that moment. My date and I ended up in bed at the Waldorf at dawn, and later inadvisably married. Wouldna missed it. Hell's shittiest hole holds those always in control.
Very nice and even-handed. Your cringey encounter with“therapeutic”MDMA recalls Dave Hickey’s withering postmortem on Foucault’s decision to drop acid in the desert, listening to Stockhausen. (Wrong setting! Wrong music! Wrong drugs!)
if it gets any better than this anywhere im open to suggestion....from kiestering down shit to the "cheating slut" you make me laugh and imopressed that behind the madness there IS a deeper angle you are exploring and we have all lost people to the wanton greedy deadly dilution of street drugs over the years and i am sorry for your loss and more to come for all of us: the suppression of psychedelics is a fight for making room in our legalised thc stores for them where they can be safely regulated and i appreciate you pointing this out even as your provocative perch in the tub is distracting.....
ps my sister Lily wrote a novel loosely based on the anthropologist Margaret Meade in which she describes quite sensuously a scene where the women of some New Guinea tribe release appear to release sexual tensions in an over-heated hut ostensibly some kind of sweat lodge as i recall (she has not approved of this advertisement nor does she need it lol and perhaps would be horrified) im wondering if that is one tribe your friend from Yale overlooked...hmmmmm
Yes! I think that anything that pulls people out of the soul-drain of stress and restores their creative juices is great in moderation. The problem is, as with anything I suppose, the ability to curtail these “pleasurable” experiences varies from person to person. In small doses, altered states are healthy. Even when acquired naturally, like say after a hike. It's just a matter of balance.
I really really like this So much irreverent truth!
For some reason it is triggering this very lateral thought that I think you would enjoy my favorite motto:
"It's better to do nothing than to waste your time"
I totally agree with that motto.
In my friend's Tribeca loft he assured me that one 'could fly a private plane' on the MDMA he had laid in my palm. I trusted him and four clubs and an extra tab later I had to step outside a speakeasy catchily but invisibly trademarked 'Nickel Bag' to get some cool and smokeless air. The dirty, dim-lit avenue curved off over the horizon into infinity somehow -- and I knew that was right. Though I was glad I was not flying a private plane at that moment. My date and I ended up in bed at the Waldorf at dawn, and later inadvisably married. Wouldna missed it. Hell's shittiest hole holds those always in control.
I read this with my BREAKFAST BLUNT and everythang U wrote (that I cant remember rite now) was Correct.
I'm going to have to take you to the International House of Pancakes.
Bet. Lemme sip on dat syrup.
Very nice and even-handed. Your cringey encounter with“therapeutic”MDMA recalls Dave Hickey’s withering postmortem on Foucault’s decision to drop acid in the desert, listening to Stockhausen. (Wrong setting! Wrong music! Wrong drugs!)
I think we are on the same page here.
Good to know.
This perfectly captures my own sentiments about drugs. Beautifully written, enlightening, and of course funny as hell!
Delightful perspective, again...
Thank you Sir!
Dang, this is perfection. I needed to HOWL on Thanksgiving!~
Thank you Mama!
Oh Judy...I call GP "Goop", because I'm a petty bitch. I don't care. *cackles in gay*
(cackles back in the gay I learned in my twenties)
It's one of the better dialects out there
Judy knew you better than to think that was gonna work on you!
It was perplexing. She knows me pretty well.
I really enjoyed picturing the sacrilegious moment of you cracking up whilst being led in meditation--hilarious!!!
Thank you!
Thank you, beautiful Eteri!
Ahh, I’ve wasted my life.
It's never too late to start doing drugs.
We agree on nothing. But I love your telling it.
I was figuring that would be the majority opinion.
That was delightful! Thanks 👍🏽
Thank you DeeDee!
if it gets any better than this anywhere im open to suggestion....from kiestering down shit to the "cheating slut" you make me laugh and imopressed that behind the madness there IS a deeper angle you are exploring and we have all lost people to the wanton greedy deadly dilution of street drugs over the years and i am sorry for your loss and more to come for all of us: the suppression of psychedelics is a fight for making room in our legalised thc stores for them where they can be safely regulated and i appreciate you pointing this out even as your provocative perch in the tub is distracting.....
ps my sister Lily wrote a novel loosely based on the anthropologist Margaret Meade in which she describes quite sensuously a scene where the women of some New Guinea tribe release appear to release sexual tensions in an over-heated hut ostensibly some kind of sweat lodge as i recall (she has not approved of this advertisement nor does she need it lol and perhaps would be horrified) im wondering if that is one tribe your friend from Yale overlooked...hmmmmm
anyways keep on truckin' stay safe xo
Why they gotta do it in a sweat lodge tho? Huh?
true that....but at least the men in tribe weren't outside hangin from branches filming it for Tik Tok so.......
Yes! I think that anything that pulls people out of the soul-drain of stress and restores their creative juices is great in moderation. The problem is, as with anything I suppose, the ability to curtail these “pleasurable” experiences varies from person to person. In small doses, altered states are healthy. Even when acquired naturally, like say after a hike. It's just a matter of balance.