take this and eat it.

despite my small experiments with tea as an alternative to smoke on this holiest of days, methinks i prefer the more self-induced divinely-inspired alternate states.

my dreams were of a storm last night. i'm thinking of the cliffs of dover. i'm thinking of jumping.

oh, my god. i'm tripping. oh, my god.

i want information for which i should not ask. i want toys i cannot have. we had lunch outside today next to dried little plant pods, open and fanged like fly traps. do you know how hard it is to find scalpels in this city?