Stripped, Raped, and Strangled

Good morning everyone. Fuck did I have a very painful day yesterday. I did the load at work. I was perfectly fine. Then hours after I was done the load while I was standing having a discussion with my Manager about DMT, my neck started getting this excrutiating pain in both sides equally. Which was weird to me. Whenever I pull a muscle, I feel it right away and it is usually on one side more then the other. It only got worse and worse throughout the day. After dinner, I was an invalid on the couch. My vision got hazy from the pain whenever I went from lying down to sitting up. Because for that second your head is suspended and the weight of your head is on your neck. Jesus just thinking about it makes me hurt. I had the most unrestful sleep of my life. I am actually surprised I am going to work. But I am just not going to do any lifting if I don't have too. I couldn't even bend down and pet my cat last night when I wanted too. You should have seen me. I had terrible neck pain one other time in my life that I distinctively remember. It wasn't as painful as this.

But lasted far longer. I think I was maybe thirteen or fourteen at the time and I left my bedroom window open overnight. The cool air blowing on my neck made my neck muscle seize. It was pretty painful. But not excrutiatingly so. But the one side of my neck was so seized up that I carried my head crooked. It was tilted to one side to try and releive the tightness. My neck felt like that for three weeks. Then for a month after that it took my Mother a month of telling me to hold my head straight to break the habit of having to hold it crooked. I hadn't though of that memory in many years until last night. My neck still hurts a lot. I can't turn it. I have to turn my whole body to look at something. Anyways I was talking about DMT yesterday with my boss. Trying to convince her she should do it. I was telling her the different ways of doing it and how it is a plant from the amazon. How you either have to smoke it or inject it and it only lasts about twelve minutes.

You can eat a pound of leaves and it won't do anything. There is an enzyme in your stomach that will neutralize the plants potency. But ancient shamans in the Amazon discovered a root, that if you ate it with DMT it temporarily disaabled this enzyme in your stomach and made you able to ingest the leaf. It also makes the high last for four to six hours instead. I remember when I was reading up on it after I had tried it many years ago, it baffled me that out of the hundreds of thousands of plant species in the amazon that an ancient civilization found a root that did this. So many mystteries out there. Then my boss and I got into a debate about the morality behind doing drugs and that I should never break the law. I always get passionate about this debate. Drugs are about exploring ones consciousness, changing it, experimenting it, even bring it to its considered sane limits and pushing the physical bounderies that we know. I was argueing with her that if I can't be sovereign over my own consciousness, and I let the government do so in the name of keeping us as "productive" members of society to help perpetuate this state of perpetual growth that they want in a capitalistic state.

It is a standard I will never give in too. People who react in fear towards drugs as a negativity are victims of the social brainwashing our government and buerocracy have succesfully instituted. They are legislating the exploration of your consciousness folks. This is a better reason to be angry with our leaders then many. Fuck taxes. Fuck health care. Fuck the poor even. You are a criminal here for wanting to step out of the normal bounds and confines of your physical consciousness. It is a crime against humanity. You are sovereign over yours as I am over mine. But I am glad most people in our society have broken these rules. The religious zealots are the ones mostly hard nosed against it. But still. I am a criminal. All of you out there who think I am a good person, would be hanging out with a convicted criminal if I was caufght for a shitload of things I have done. Just because I wanted to get high. But anyways. Haha. It was a passionate debate with my manager. When I was done she really understood where I was coming from.

And as always, commends me on the thought I have put in to what I think. Haha. Though I did inform her that I do have opinions based on pretty much no thought of my own. They are just opinions for the sake of having them. Anyways, I was planning on trying to buy some of this root and DMT. Would anyone be interested on going on a trip with me? It has been a long long time since I have done it. I have never done it the ancient way the shamans did. So it will be kind of a new experience. I remember my short trip with it, there were crazy visions being projected behind my eyeballs and I felt I had transcended into another dimension. It was quite amazing. I know you can buy this root online. So I just need to get my hands on some DMT after that. The root is easy to get because it isn't illegal. Anyways, I feel like I have been hit by a transport truck still. So I am going to sign off and prep for work. I need to be feeling better soon or it is going to be a long shitty days. I hope you all have a lovely day. Cheers!