POV you and your buddy are transcending the illusion of spacetime but a stranger walks over to ask for directions
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How's glasto, mate?
hahaha I wouldn't know.
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I was riding a bus once, which was rare at the time as I usually took the street car, and i had taken some acid earlier and was coming back from a 4ish mile walk from the river to a flag store and at the bus stop this guy starts talking and showing me the slingshot he has. He's telling me all about the different kinds of slingshot and some weird stuff too but the whole time be is shooting dried beans across the street. He's like a sniper. He's calling out letters on signs across the street and just nailing them without breaking conversational stride. The bus came and I got on and he didn't. He wasn't even waiting for a bus, he was just excited about the slingshot I guess.
After I got on the bus I sat in a double seat by myself and my friends took similar positions. A lady got on at the next stop and sat next to me. She was a French expat who, at the advice of her psychiatrist, was riding the bus and practicing having conversations with people. She told me all that immediately upon sitting down. Then we had a pretty normal conversation for what felt like forever but could only have been 15 minutes.
Do you live in a Wes Anderson movie?
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Do you live in a Wes Anderson movie?
Everyone does. Most folks are just distracted.
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Everyone does. Most folks are just distracted.
Too true.
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Can't they see I'm busy melting?
The first time I made my own mescaline, just as I started coming up the doorbell rang. I optimistically opened it, to find two jehova's witnesses. I was only 18, not the best with strangers at the best of times, so i excused myself and fetched my housemate, who engaged them in a protracted theological discussion while I rolled about on the hall carpet and listened.
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Can't they see I'm busy melting?
wrote on last edited by [email protected]When I was younger I forgot I needed to go to the bank and get a rent check until I started coming up off a tab. I ended up writing down a script of what I needed to say outside the bank and focusing at the note on my phone while speaking to the very sober teller. Check ended up clearing which was a relief
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The first time I made my own mescaline, just as I started coming up the doorbell rang. I optimistically opened it, to find two jehova's witnesses. I was only 18, not the best with strangers at the best of times, so i excused myself and fetched my housemate, who engaged them in a protracted theological discussion while I rolled about on the hall carpet and listened.
You made your own what, now?
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The first time I made my own mescaline, just as I started coming up the doorbell rang. I optimistically opened it, to find two jehova's witnesses. I was only 18, not the best with strangers at the best of times, so i excused myself and fetched my housemate, who engaged them in a protracted theological discussion while I rolled about on the hall carpet and listened.
Sounds p fun, ngl.
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You made your own what, now?
I think they mean they extracted mescaline from peyote or peruvian torch.
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The first time I made my own mescaline, just as I started coming up the doorbell rang. I optimistically opened it, to find two jehova's witnesses. I was only 18, not the best with strangers at the best of times, so i excused myself and fetched my housemate, who engaged them in a protracted theological discussion while I rolled about on the hall carpet and listened.
Lmao what a mess, good for you
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Do you live in a Wes Anderson movie?
Lol, I see how it reads like wes Anderson I've never thought of it that way. I was definitely less clever and not as perfectly dressed. At the time it felt more like something from Richard Linklater.
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Can't they see I'm busy melting?
Do the right thing and offer them a mushroom too
