July 18th, 2008. Central Park, Manhattan. 3:06 pm

The point is... thats what happened to me on salvia.

30 SECONDS EARLIER...

The first time I did Salvia, it was in central park. I was with three of my friends and I smokled a full bowl to my face.

It was sort of rude, but I fell to the ground and I melted into the trees. I became one of the tree people, who I found out were governed by the fairies and I became one of the fairies and the fairies eventually made me their fairy queen. I was as tall as the trees, and I was looking down around me and seeing the world and the park and just saying “whoah...this is cool.”

The fairies eventually made me their fairy queen, did I mention that?

A group of fairies did eventually band together and then they usurped me as fairy queen. They cast me down back into the human world and banned me from their fairy kingdom.

At which point I came down from my high. This lasted all of five minutes.

- Lynn Madison, P.S.

THURSDAY.

If you ever eat food from a popular American fast food chain, lets call it Ivory Fortress.


It tastes shitty. But if yer supes hungry than it'll do ya good.

But all of your farts the next day will smell EXACTLY like the same fuckin' food BEFORE YOU FUCKING ATE IT THE NIGHT BEFORE!!! it smells faintly tasty if yer hungry after 6 hours from work but then YOU REMEMBER ITS A FART. Furthermore, that also means that the food you ate last night kind of tasted like FUCKING FARTS MAN. I ATE SIX FUCKING FART SLIDERS LAST NIGHT.

I'm probably not goin' back to Ivory Fortress again.

An Hour in the Life: Hugh Carol's color commentary of a silent documentary.

********A Note to readers. the following is a semi-transcripted post of an everyman's opinions while watching a documentary film, and while the post is hopefully pretty funny, its SUPERFLY to read while watching the movie.
      
      But the flick is kind of hard to get so good luck lookin...( http://www.torrents.to/ ) But listen, and I need to get kind of serious for a second so bear with me.  you don't know me if you get caught. you know, you don't knoooow me?!? Seriously don't tell anyone though because I will probably go to jail in a heartbeat with my record of a uh...well lets just call it an illegal human smuggling operation where I tried to make some extra cash. Can't get much more specific then that but well, lets just also say I'm wanted for murder by two racial gangs in every prison in the tri-state area. 
       
       The aryans at Sing Sing especially. The Leader of the chapter there, Lester Carbunkle, he's actually my uncle on my moms side. which is fucked up right. I mean even besides the fact that my semi distant (but not distant enough) relative has a price on my head, even more importantly: my mothers full name is Caroline Carol-Carbunkle. Thats with her maiden name attached because Caroline Carol would be super annoying! 


"Carol Carol whats up!" 
"Who's goin' to the movie? um, Emma winger, Franny Ford, Carol Carol, Carol Carloftes. teehee."


      I shit you not. My mother Caroline Carbunkle married Christopher Hughes Carol. and on an unusually rainy evening in 1976, wind tapping and rattling gently at the window pains of Scottsdale memorial hospital, we found our hero steadily pacing back and forth in the waiting room, a pink cigar in one hand and in the other a glassful of scotch with a polished wedding ring-ed finger gripping a cuban, lovingly adorned with a velvet blue hand tied ribbon. And thats when the nurse burst in and said 


"You're a dad!!! Hugh Delacroix Carol Carbunkle!!!"


And you know what it turns out it was a fuckin Boy! IT WAS A BOOOYYY!!!


Man I'll bet that scotch was good.
your welcome pop. i was totally the fastest swimmer!


    Anyways just please remember the whole Aryan sing sing thing with my uncle who wants to kill me and don't rat. and  please enjoy the movie while you read the actual blog post. I'm sorry for the long ass note to preface it but I just want us all to be clear so we can enjoy this magical movie experience together! So Please enjoy the third and final installment of  Godfrey Reggio's thrilling musical documentary opus "Naqoyqatsi" (pronounced nah-koy-kotsy!) and have a great evening!


H¢ 

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____NOQOYQATSI  __a film by Godfrey Reggio. 89 minutes. Rated PG for mild thematic violence.


00:00-07:42 -- Watchin' A crazy documentary. Showing beautiful panoramic shots of abandoned and neglected buildings.I think that abandoned buildings are the saddest thing in the world. I wanna write a blog about it, the plight of humanity and eco-friendly ways to rebuild societies instead of abandon them.


07:42-09:20 -- The scene just fuckin' changed to a shitty fuckin ass early nineties level CGI shot (like polygonal or some shit) of a pyramid rising up from the sand and after the scene changes to a shitty special effects shot of people on a crowded city street in x-ray vision ("wow we all have the same skeletons inside all of us! murderers and child rapists and cops in the city of Flagstaff Arizona alike!). The music blows too, fuck this shit I'm just gonna write somethin' in the foreword of this commentary instead of actually watching the movie. I can tell its gonna suck ass anyway.