the weekly reader
aint jack shit happenin in my world. just been sittin around in my dirty ass room lately suckin up the toxic fumes. you ever let a half gallon of milk putrify next to your bed becuase you forgot about that shit? don't come to me saying your all this and that, all bad ass and things when you're not, and you havn't let 2 gallons of milk rottify right next to your nose were you settle in for the night. uh uh buddie. some people are physically strong, some more mentally. people like me, people like Tate Donavon, are really strong in those 2 ways and strong in that i've huffed up so much mold and goop and mildews and dirty shit that i'm basically immune to it by now. look at my damn LJ pic for a testimate to that, BRRRROTHER. i here all these whiney cats commin all around doing all this crying and stuff, and i say "suck it up" BRRRROTHER. ur geeeeey. The only thing about having mushrooms growing out the side of your matress that is unpleasant is that you need a light source dangling from a weird angle, because a mushroom needs a bit of light to know wich direction to grow in. My room is a precarious dungeon of the living, a dungeon of wich some species of life have emerged after having thought been alien to the continent. Now in my case, it's a little diff. i'll tell you, but not much. i won't tell you all of my secrets but i'll maybe tell you some. Also, girls tend to love all this shit. I had a girl over suckin my hair-dick and while she took a breather i shoved a bacteria mushroom in this chicks mouth and she died on the spot. naw just playing. i don't murder. I fib, i fuck, i fight, i fungi, but i don't do no damn killing. but anyway, i'm not really immune to all that shit. makes me sick as hell.i just don't wanna clean the shit up. why should I?
out of great turmoil comes great art. sure, no religious opression has gone on. nor am i reacting to any style of art, maybe unless you consider cleanliness an art form. some do. I've just been granted the gift of capturing rare moments in time with a camera. and when the passions overturn my heretofor dozing soul, well, genius art emerges. Here are some pictures of mushrooms that have recently been growing on my bed.
Psilocybin Baeocystic
a highly toxic mushroom growing on my floor
a few diseased apples. subjects discovered while getting dressed in morning.
molds not yet identified