How have you made it this long without someone beating you to death?
There is fear!
Fine. I have no sympathy, but that’s fine; you don’t need to be giving people nightmares with the pictures, though.
I AM PARALYZED WITH FEAR.
You’re typing.
EVERYTHING BUT MY FINGERS.
Deep breath, fancypants.
I don’t even know which pants to take!
How many pairs do you own?
That fit?
Yes.
One.
Everyone hates you for wasting their time.
My bed! And my things! My Beanie Babies need to be zhuzhed every day to keep them fresh!
Stop it.
I just bought bananas: I can’t go.
You’re going.
Yeah. Besides, it’s too late to come up with any sort of believable excuse.
Far too late.
…
You’re not allowed–
I could kill myself; I’ve done it before.
–to kill yourself. Stop it. It’s a drive and a Dead show and a chance to meet people and have fun and be a fucking human being. You used to do it all the time.
I didn’t use to be this scared all the time.
Fear is the mind-killer, man.
Please, no.
The small death that brings total annihilation.
Please not the bullshit about the giant sand-dicks.
You should let it wash over you-
Right.
—and when it is gone—
I wish I had a wrench to hit you in the eye with.
–only you shall remain. Look down your snobbish nose at good advice, but know this: the fucker sitting in that dark room is the frightened one; the man who gets in the car and points it towards the party is whoever you want him to be. Choose the new.
…
That’s actually great advice.
If you walk without rhythm, you won’t attract the worm.
…
The worm is fear?
The worm is fear, yeah, and the bit about the rhythm–
Doing something different, yeah.
—is about doing…you got it.
Mr. Dead, this is how I feel everyday of my life and yet I still manage to get by and maintain myself. You can too. Bring a friend (UM… ME) or let yourself eat whatever you want for the weekend and you will have a great time! Maybe you’ll meet the stone fox of your life. Who knows. Don’t be a baby
Also LSD that works too
But I wouldn’t know
Trust the other druggies
I would suggest maybe just perhaps taking a pass on the LSD this weekend.
Your pal,
Morning Douche
Take it before you get in the car… That should make it fun!
NO ALL THE LSD FOR ME NOMNOMNOM
Ok well just be sure to take 2 hits, one for each of you…
What if i took one and then waited 20 minutes and if i wasnt feeling anything, take some more?
yeah that’ll do. as long as you are wearing this shirt, you’ll be fine.
http://skreened.com/render-product/u/q/s/uqsqmuoibqiaaegskmra/image.american-apparel-unisex-fitted-tee.light-pink.w460h520b3z1.jpg
I know it’s some nerd shit but that Litany Against Fear seriously got me through the tunnel part of the darkest trip I ever had
Oh, I made fun of it cuz I love it. If you need a mantra, it’s a god one.
Wait, can people even fucking read on LSD?
I imagine everything would suck super hard and it would be like you’re blind and deaf
That is exactly what it’s like.
Why do you think Pete Townshend wrote Tommy?
stick with mushrooms and Banquet Beers. you’ll be fine.
With all due respect Sir Von Baconface, Banquet beer is awful. And by default, no Heeb should ever drink anything coming from someone named Adolph.
Old German?
^^^ this. And maybe some ether.
This is where I get completely lost and am totally okay w it drugs r bad u lozers
Maggie needs room in your Ford for her wharf rat pamphlets
yesssssss ether. and dave dudley on the 8 track.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdpf4nw5BzI
Omg, I want to trip to Dave Dudley on the 8-track.
First eat the mushrooms then recite Litany against Fear, but change the word fear to say Benji, or Maggie May, or Dick Punch. That should quell your anxiety
RIP Mr Van Patten
sound advice
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQe4KSUaDxA
https://thesithlibrary.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/quote-litanyagainstfear.jpg
Baconson, where can I check in to this Institute for the Very Very Nervous????????
CHANGE THE WORD FEAR TO “THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT” OR “THE MANN ACT” OR ESPECIALLY MY NAME AS SUGGESTED BY REUBEN
Might be reason to be fearful — According to a report on a bulletin board for enthusiasts of a certain other unnamed band, Phil and Billy were both sitting in the same section of the same plane en route to Chicago.
Brb crying
Who are you? Paul Muad Dib?
I am the big telepathic vagina-whale that shows up at the end of the movie for some reason.
Make a shirt that reads, “THOUGHTS ON THE DEAD: TOTALLY NOT A CHILD ABDUCTOR!” Or something of that nature.
P.S. Happy 4:20
WE DO NOT DIDDLE KIDS!
VULGAR SLANG!!!!!
SLANG DEM ROCKS
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Slang+Rocks
Sometimes I have to look up what you say because it doesn’t always make sense to me????????
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bless this blog
Why does everybody need 2 kno this wtf WordPress
I liked ur post so much I reblogged it BIG DEAL I HAVE LIKE 11 FOLLOWERS AND I NEVER USE MY BLOG
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkwvcxSQPN0
Ok pls help was that w33d that she put in there
I knew she couldn’t have made those without the pots but I’m confused
IM A SQUARE
it’s Kale
why was the kale in a prescription bottle HMMMM????????????
it’s Essence of Jim Kale (bass player). a tincture very hygroscopic in nature. hence the bottle.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oISIAYciNZU
I’ll teach you all the young kid slang and modern youth attractions and you teach me musical history pre-1995. Deal?
sounds reasonable. though i like to think i’m Hella Hep to whatshakin-zee, dudener………how’s that?
SOUNDS MEGA SWAG
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHPrNCQQBvY
That’s why I love this blog. A Frank Herbert reference turns into a Mel Brooks. And I’ve never heard of Dave Dudley before today but now my life is more enriched. Still prefer the Taj Mahal version of 6 Days on the Road. Or the New Riders with Jerry.
Damn, I miss Harvey Korman.
full circle. i think the maysles dubbed in the tune, but nonetheless
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIgMN7Kd7u8
Safe travels and have fun…sure wish I was going to be part of the revelry this weekend.
If you need somewhere to crash, come down, score some uppers or just say hello, my door’s always open here in the motor city…just remember, between the toes so nobody knows.