Thank Heaven!
The crisis /The danger is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last /, and the fever called Living is conquered at last…
I'M A WORM
MAN!
I'M FED UP!
THERE'S NO HOPE!
I WANT TO PUKE!
I WANT SOME DIRT!
I'M A W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-WORM MAN
Took a healthy dose of Golden Teacher mushrooms, sat in silent meditative darkness, and felt a tingling sensation from the back to the front of my brain. I had a full on waking dream, like a vision, of standing before God.
He was like Zeus, old man in sandles, sitting on a throne, but he was MASSIVE. I could barely see the top of him, he was like Galactus sized. I was like a speck compared to him.
He cast me out, and I fell backwards into a pit of darkness. Snapped me out of it, and the thing that stuck with me instantly after was that I wasn't anywhere near worthy to stand before God.
Better quality.
But it was just my imagination,
Runnin' away with me…
It was just my imagination,
Runnin', awayyy with me…