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I went to halp my grandmother move some boxes today. They really weren't that heavy, but I guess she just misses me and is pretty frail. I hung out with her, listened to her play organ, ate some pizza, and had a big talk. I haven't been smoking pot, and she knows this, and is very happy about it. She says, "So, you aren't going to do drugs anymore?" And I said... well... there is ONE I'll do, and proceeded to tell her about the miracle that is DMT as a living sacrament to the one Ohm. We talked for a long time about the afterlife, unity, love, life, happiness, growth, and tripping. It was pretty nice, being that open with her. I've been painting my door, and it's looking really neato. I've got a planetoidal theme, main earth body with magnetically pulsating satellite of love. Spending a lot of time with, thinking of, writing songs for or inspired by, holding hands with, pressing malleable parts together with, kissing, leaving notes, planning plans, dreaming dreams with Heathergirl. Life is so strange! And love knocks you around, off your feet, ass over tea-kettle, in ways you didn't think it could. I can only be thankful. The trip plans have changed in scope and direction. Texas. Louisiana. Florida. Moms, uncles, friends, camping, love under stars <3 Grandmama slipped me a check for a hundred dollars and told me, "this is for your trip, not DMT!" and I promised promised promised my heart out. I'm happy. Poor. Looking to sell some paintings so I can mail a few packages. Any takers? I'm losing weight again for no good reason. Body bliss. Treasured connection. Ikea hand pocketing asses. Stars stars stars. Eloping daydream truth whispers. Ridiculous!