Do you want more?
Any of you who have taken shrooms know that you can see some crazy things. Well, last time I was shrooming I listened to the song "Encore" by Jay-Z and Linkin Park. I don't like Stinkin Park, but that song really spoke to me.
I saw my self as an old man. This wasn't bad because things panned out and I was rocking on my porch watching my grandchildren. My hair had long since gone white, but my hands were still as strong as ever, and slightly worn like the rest of my body. I had the proudest, most content feeling going through me, and it showed on my residual self's face. I felt like I had experience my entire life, and now I was tired, but happy. I was so happy I started crying, my residual self and my real self. I had a tough life, but I made it through, and now it was good. It wasn't completely over, but the excitement was... but my offspring were just entering in.
When I grow up I wanna live slightly in the boonies. I want a lake behind my house, deep and large enough for jetskis and a rope swing. I don't want anything exstravagant, but comfortable. I want a very long drive way, with trees that partially block the view of my house to the road. I want a little farm. I am not sure which vegetables to grow, but I want at least one apple tree--one green apple tree. I know for sure I want to grow tomatoes, rhubarb, and marijuana. My house will have a huge wraparound porch, with mosquito netting and a jacuzzi. I end it here because I will ramble.
So many wishes do I have, and it is scarry to think that I may never have them on a teacher's salary... but that is what keeps me doing shrooms, just getting a glimpse of having everything I wanted. Just thinking about my dream sober gets me pretty touchy, but I quit shrooms, so it will be a while before I can bask in satisfaction again. Not until I have everything.
I saw my self as an old man. This wasn't bad because things panned out and I was rocking on my porch watching my grandchildren. My hair had long since gone white, but my hands were still as strong as ever, and slightly worn like the rest of my body. I had the proudest, most content feeling going through me, and it showed on my residual self's face. I felt like I had experience my entire life, and now I was tired, but happy. I was so happy I started crying, my residual self and my real self. I had a tough life, but I made it through, and now it was good. It wasn't completely over, but the excitement was... but my offspring were just entering in.
When I grow up I wanna live slightly in the boonies. I want a lake behind my house, deep and large enough for jetskis and a rope swing. I don't want anything exstravagant, but comfortable. I want a very long drive way, with trees that partially block the view of my house to the road. I want a little farm. I am not sure which vegetables to grow, but I want at least one apple tree--one green apple tree. I know for sure I want to grow tomatoes, rhubarb, and marijuana. My house will have a huge wraparound porch, with mosquito netting and a jacuzzi. I end it here because I will ramble.
So many wishes do I have, and it is scarry to think that I may never have them on a teacher's salary... but that is what keeps me doing shrooms, just getting a glimpse of having everything I wanted. Just thinking about my dream sober gets me pretty touchy, but I quit shrooms, so it will be a while before I can bask in satisfaction again. Not until I have everything.