“I believe all forms of Karma are out the window as well… DUMB LUCK: that is all it boils down to – Wrong place. Wrong time.”
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Jailbird Daydreams - “On a brighter note, the peaks are already getting dusted in the early morn – I am really starting to get the itch… You simply must work on that out date.”
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“Snakes, pot, beer, and mushrooms really don’t mix well…Unfortunately, we had just stumbled onto some kind of snake worshiping cult.”
My mind turned black as the water. The air was sucked from my lungs. I knew I was under water, yet I gasped for air – I couldn’t stop myself. And my lungs were flooded – and even the water was warm. I sank like a rock. And I was finally cool. When I finally gave up on breathing, the sinking felt more like floating. The silence took over. And, just when the cold started to become uncomfortable, it was warm. Not really warm, but… tingly.
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I found myself struggling to decipher the madness from reality as I rolled past the smoldering fire pit. Then, rolling through the smoke, I was reminded of the ghost.
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..how can anyone possibly describe the horrific scenes a man is bound to see in that place? I held my tongue.
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“The lake was glass with ripples of neon green waving to the heavens. It was so peaceful. And that’s when I was hit with that old mushroom itch I always seem to get. I have no idea what it is about boomers that make me want to take off my clothes.”
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“A strange sense of impending doom hung heavy in the air. Something was going on. Something bad lingered on the horizon – And that type of negative energy is the last thing you need after dropping liquid acid during your lunch break.”
“If there were any way to possibly describe how amazing it feels to float down a mountain on a dusty pillow of fluffy white powder, everyone who read it would flock to the mountains.”
