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#4 Story Jam - peyote
Posted: November 12th, 2005, 1:17 am
Posted: November 12th, 2005, 3:57 am
twenty years ago
made an deep impression
a moment of well being
but I have read that is takes more than one to practice the way of the native american church. got to eat them until you vomit. and out comes all the evil spirits, the alcoholism, all the poisons of the white man's world. Mayb that is from castenada, his first book the only one I have read.
I tell you sistah I have had carnivourous relations with many vegetables but never as one as that. I have done brown powder that was called mescaline back in the seventies, but it was not as clean conscious feeling as that first gift I recieved when I landed in texas in 1980.
To this day I love okra cause it brings back the feeling.
Posted: November 12th, 2005, 4:04 am
Not sure, but I heard it involves leaving a perfectly innocent nap on your rattlesnake porch, to go trout fishing slightly beyond that slight fluff of a cloud, and turn around to watch yourself sleeping.
Just a rumor I heard.
Posted: November 12th, 2005, 4:19 am
I never saw anything
I just saw everything
As if all the forty years of accumulated grit in my eyes had been washed away.
A crumb of happiness that feel between the cracks, I still nibble on okra once in a while.
do I sound like a junkie looking for a contact high
nothing more restful than watching my self nap on a rattle snake porch. or fishing for the great speckled trout in Pompano Bay. drifting along under gulf coast skies. in a little flat bottomed boat.
now I am not sure what it was, it was called mescaline, just a brown powder in some tin foil, but I was more desperate in 1972, maybe it was the real deal, but It was pretty nice. My last college course, statistics. Watching the formula, symbols and graphs take shape before my eyes like Kekule's snakes. The end of my college career. The beginning of my leap of faith into the world of sure things.
Posted: November 12th, 2005, 4:39 am
it could be poison
a cautionary tale
a young artist
he painted pictures of his wife as a devil
one bad trip on mescaline he said
he never really returned
the hosptitilazion with well meaning doctors
patched him together
the cracks still showing
then he smoked a joint one night
later I heard he was dead
space monsters had tried him to make him change his chromosomes
if he did not comply he would have to kill himself
go ask alice when she is ten feet tall
it worked for me
it was a stepping stone to now
I cried for him
cause I was so full of self pity
I wish he had tried harder
mind over matter.
got darned I am sleepy
enough for tonight.
Posted: November 12th, 2005, 10:37 am
enjoy the trip, she says.
He only have salvado cookies from two days before
Posted: November 12th, 2005, 11:01 am
a cookie goes down well with a well-told tale.
When the tale ends in death, one wonders when the next tale begins.
Salvado cookies? hash brownies?
an eye dropper of warning - stick to what you know.
Posted: November 12th, 2005, 11:33 am
a tear drop of warning
save somethings for your old age
torn between two worlds
did his tale end in death
I carried his Virology text book around for years.
He was a med student.
I think he must have used it to put paint pots on
The cover was stained with concentric circles dripping
To my eyes I could see the alien with the cro-mgnon skull
Discovery of a meteorite from Mars that contains what looks like fossil microbes have led some experts to suggest that if Mars did have life some of it may have traveled here via a rock blasted out of that planet when the planet was struck by a large asteroid. While objects found in this Mars rock are definitely dead, there is speculation there maybe other microbes that could have survived the journey. If so, they could have influenced life on Earth.