things I'm practicing:
Beethoven
Yoga
Donut Sobriety
Tuning in to other peoples' energies to become very sensitive to auras
Here is a poem that took me two days to write:
Holy, holy. Holy, holy.
It took two days to write two lines?
A conversation I enjoined after hearing the jist:
Drugs each have their own flavor of trip. You can figure out what a pill is mixed with based on whether you trip out one way or the other. Also you can be on a drug and deny it so that a trip doesn't even happen. The brain is a powerful machine.
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