huh?..........

i don;t think i can disquinguise between dreams and "reality".......

i just spent the day hunting weilli's with too guys i've never met...

now i'm AM here,tripping,so i ust of been there to find them....

but ,were they actually there?......

did i get lost hoplessly around in Georgia by myself?....

what's real anymore.....

is it your life's on things like this(the board)?.....

did today actually happen?

i can't even remember specific parts of this crazy day.....
so that leads me to ask,did it happen?....

am i just randomly typing questions to what i'm thinking.....

i'm definatly tripping,i know that,that is .....i know that is happening....

but what else?.....



what are thoughts made of?

is our small reality on our computers ,talking to each other?....

there's so much out there,we think of the space. and such as MAGnificent....


but what about ourselfves,man.....were a bunch of particles arranged in a specific pattern?......

that's what's fucking Magnificent.......


huh?......

no one touches it with a ten foot stick.....

people are so quick to dismiss something,becuse it "high" "tripping"......

but it's just becuse ther afreid to acutally aske them selves thses questions.....


they can't break from the norm to exept a new view......

even if that view is for the better......

it's only when they snap,lose their mind, that they..........



hmmmmm.......

what IS "reality"?........



are you sure?.....

can you not feel it slipping though your fingers?......


why do i yern for a touch of civilization?.....

can i not be the "lone wolf" any longer?......


hmmm?......

just sit down and relax its all just a glitch in the matrix agents will arrive shortly to correct the problem

i'm quite relaxed.......

hmmmm.......

reality is rather relative and objective. But if you get caught up on these pseudo philosophical questions you'll just go around in circles.

Real is as real does, Do people disappear when you turn around, or do they still exist?

. . .define 'real'. Like. . . an object you can reach out to and touch, or little Billy's best friend who does handstands for him but no one else can see? o.O To both people, the toucher and the watcher, whatever they see and feel is real. You can ask anyone what real is and everyone has different opinions. So you can't ask what real is because it's just an opinion or. . .a state of mind really. And sometimes people beleive their dreams are real so, to them, the dream is reality and reality is just one big dream.

most of that was,just a thought process going on during my "trip".....

the mushroom species we found are very rare....and are VERY VERY different than your avarage Cubesus.....


weilli have more Psilocin than psilocybin.....and Psilocin is basically DMT but with an extra molucle or two.....

it's a very introspective trip,not for the feant of heart, or those with mental instablility,(me)......but as the years of my experince told me,i could handle it....

and i did...but those a very seacred species.....


i've really been in a hard place mentally latley,i think it's some kind of BIG nasty relapse.....i dealing,i quess....

i dunno if I can explain this in words....

it is very possible that everyone sees a different color when they see any color...

I've been told that the color blue is blue since i was a baby...but how do you know that when I am saying this is the color blue..Im not seeing yellow...I mean thats the color I have seen all the while: yellow, and it was named blue...so my color yellow is blue..and noone would ever know but me. I see red and it's called yellow...so my yellow is your red...
oi...that probably doesnt make any sense the way I wrote it ..but it does in my head dammit
I could probably articulate better if I hadnt just woke up from a nap...but

reality is what you see...whether it is there or not, noone else needs to know what is in your head and if they were in your head theyd probably go crazy

hehe,i get ya....

you got a nack for making people smile huh,haha :D .....

a man dreamt one day he was a butterfly looking on himself-and wondered, was he really the butterfly or was he the man?

the road to excess leads to a palace of fabulousness.

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Originally Posted by killerkat

hehe,i get ya....

you got a nack for making people smile huh,haha :D .....

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:D