Saturday 18th July 2009

hey we found your incomprehensible shroom journal

so! whilst we were lost in the wilderness of the eastern oregon blue mountains, on a fool's errand sometimes referred to as 'geocaching,' we came across a truly interesting cache indeed.

not the cache we had set out to find, mind you. the locations to which the satellites directed us were respectively 1) a copse empty of everything except ants and scrub and various droppings, and 2) unreachable except perhaps by helicopter. so that bit didn't pan out as we had planned. but it's hard to imagine finding something more interesting, or stranger, than what we did find out there: the journal you kept and wrote in during those periods of time when your mind was so dissociated from itself that it may as well have been dictated by the actual invisible pink unicorn.

enough of my rambling. i'll let the best of yours speak for itself:





it goes on.


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Friday 10th July 2009

not opposites but rotations, parts of a sum, low gradients, reflections facets of a same and we

are connected. unlearn and let me clarify, there are two directions on our single dimension why can you not see? unlearn, breathe deep and dive deep and see how

we are connected, not opposites just opposite directions, see how connected we are. peel back my shell my layers to find me, keep peeling to find nothing in the center, i am in the barriers not dividing but connecting, between dust and breath, streetlight and dark, body and body and mind and mind we are

connected, we are not distinct and not discrete and you wonder where and what i am even as you hold my layers? there is

nothing in me, nothing but layers in me, in us, we are connected, we are nothing else, we are nothing and we are


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Wednesday 1st July 2009

right, 'manly'

this weekend the mates and i will be living off the land out of the trunk of a car, eating the food we caught bought ourselves, wearing clothes made of rawhide stitched by hand made in china.

happy anniversary of the start of a war! eighteenth century britain can suck it.


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