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Snake Oil is magick until it isn’t
Everything works for a little while—works until it doesn’t, and at some point, a pattern is revealed. That which is not God is snake oil. Snake oil is magick until it isn’t. Cures depend on us being sick, a snake-eating-its-own-tail situation. Our bodies know when we’ve bought the snake oil. They will eventually reject what […]
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Say no to the Lizard Stalls
The goal is complete government control of psychedelics to be used by a large segment of the population in clinical settings, i.e., the lizard stalls. The more badly the outliers behave, the easier it is to convince everyone that our expert chaos magic overlords, I mean, doctors, are the only safe guides. Bett Williams, in […]
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The purpose of the trip
when i tripi listen to musicthat creates aa story or archetypefor my consciousnessto synchronize withto exist into live throughas if another lifealtogetherfull with gratitudemeaningpurposeand maybe evenanswers
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decaying to dust too
there’s comfortin the image of ourdigital bitsdecayingtodusttoo
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Memories in Obsidian
“Look up.” Two hands lay palms-down on a brown briefcase. Scars. From cleats and dirt, knives at the bottom of soapy kitchen sinks, mother’s maroon-painted fingernails. Memories. The only way of knowing one’s actually existed. If you don’t remember anything, you don’t know you’re there. Time. The flowing of time. The true nature of time is a spiral; not a line with a definite start and a definite stop.