in hindsight
The worst of the worst. It makes you so paranoid. You trip balls, man. Not like shrooms with sounds and visuals, but in your head, you trippin.
And the feeling that’s spreading down your throat is awful. But not as awful as Good Canna.
The chillest, the coolest effects, but not my favorite. This one is good, but it fucks up my throat. It’s fun, but not for long. Doing chores while high on this it’s fun, but it becomes boring quick and then you become just a lazyboy. And, not to mention that it fucks up your throat. Coughing like you have swallowed pepper. Make sure you have a cigarette or a vape nearby to replace that annoying throat pain.
This is my go to stuff. It’s so good to me. It sustains my creativity and it brings things into perspective; it helps me focus and follow through with whatever I am doing. This helps me in so many ways: creatively, calming down, feeling purpose, pushing me to write non-stop, to challenge all of this being and conquest into the endless search for meaning that only man can withstand. I love this so far.
It is nice, but it’s a different kind of nice. It’s not that nice to me compared to Euphoria because the vibe, the feel that I get is not as cool as Euphoria. Moreover, it makes me lazy, while Euphoria makes me write and I love it. Banan is for me peace of mind. It is that treat you give to yourself for achieving meaning and purpose. Banan is holy and all shall pray banan. Banan is for the stoic. Euphoria is for the hedonist. But this does not mean that 1 is worse than the other. This only means that there must be something greater.
Shroom. Shroom, please take this being, this buddy, this flesh, this baby boy, myself, my child, yours to become servant. Shroom is beyond anything one ever experienced. But also shroom should be consumed more seldom than the other. Shroom opens, shroom shows the path: Shroom rapes you.