I dunno if it's the same guy, but I've seen a man going to and from the shops on a unicycle and a man going to and from the shops on a hoverboard. Quite like the idea of it being the same bloke and him cycling between odd modes of transport like some people do outfits.
Intoxication log
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there were some good comedy moments, like i had to keep checking my phone cos i was technically at work and i would take it out and look at my messages and all the words were just popping out the screen. thankfully nothing i had to respond to.
i kept stopping at every bench, cos i felt very strongly that i should drink some water, then i'd get to the bench, forget why i had stopped, get distracted by the patterns on the wood and the rainbow colours everywhere, then set off again, then get thirsty etc.
cos i walk that route every day now, i pass by a few joggers, dog walkers and fishermen who i normally say hello to, so i was doing that, but being very forthright and giggly, they mustve thought i was mental.
and i was constantly paranoid that i would fall in the canal, but then started to go really near the edge cos when the rain started the ripples were really nice. and then i saw an actual fucking trolley in the canal and it was like this weird ghost or something.
i kept stopping at every bench, cos i felt very strongly that i should drink some water, then i'd get to the bench, forget why i had stopped, get distracted by the patterns on the wood and the rainbow colours everywhere, then set off again, then get thirsty etc.
cos i walk that route every day now, i pass by a few joggers, dog walkers and fishermen who i normally say hello to, so i was doing that, but being very forthright and giggly, they mustve thought i was mental.
and i was constantly paranoid that i would fall in the canal, but then started to go really near the edge cos when the rain started the ripples were really nice. and then i saw an actual fucking trolley in the canal and it was like this weird ghost or something.
Simon silverdollarcircle
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I used to love shelving drugs. Anyone else into that?
Simon silverdollarcircle
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The purest high
Simon silverdollarcircle
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It's very good. Partly because the high is very gentle and smooth and strong .
Simon silverdollarcircle
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But also because you can't get away from the fact that you've all just stuck things up your bum in front of your mates. It breaks down barriers. So there's a camaraderie, an esprit de corps, that is impossible to otherwise replicate
Simon silverdollarcircle
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Its best if you can. Not obligatory. Everyone has their own boundaries and I respect that. But to get full group consciousness and ascend the higher levels it does help
shiels
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There are many neurons all throughout the sphincter and around the gut in general did you know. The theory is that your arse is a shame filled and traumatised place because it gets constantly put down and belittled but its so useful and also rich in serotonin receptors. Once it gets a mere sniff on an e tab it sucks it all up greedily, wee hungry joy starved arsehole cant believe its luck but also distributes generally thereafter