(Source: yayayayasmin, via panopticism)
Woah, the accuracy of this chart is amazing.

I blame the Magic School Bus for influencing my bad decisions in life.
Magic Mushrooms - 1200 Micrograms
Some psytrance for me tonight, in keeping with the current mood.
My day was sort of like this. But along with the stars and colours, I saw a fucking giant big white praying mantis smoking from a hookah, like the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland. But it was just like “Oh haii there Joey”, and let me lie there. I tried talking to it, but it started being all sarcastic and smart-assed after a few questions (e.g., what is the meaning of life or who’s better between Slayer and Megadeth).
I need to write about these experiences more often. Seven hours wasted? Hardly.
(Source: taymer)
I feel like a bad person, but watching my friend trip out on acid is the funniest shit ever. I feel guilty when I turn on the psytrance and he goes all spiritual and harmonious with nature and shit, then I switch it to grindcore and he goes all bad acid trip on everyone. I am sadistic.

The Doors of Perception, by Aldous Huxley.
I should be finishing my Brave New World source analysis, but meh.
The urge to transcend self-conscious selfhood is, as I have said, a principal appetite of the soul. When, for whatever reason, men and women fail to transcend themselves by means of worship, good works and spiritual exercises, they are apt to resort to religion’s chemical surrogates.