FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Didley DMTidge

Oh wanderous crystal

Were you conceived in the breast of a super novae? Did you languidly come into the sensorial from the non-sensorial?

The quality of the crystal is that we know not what they are or in what energy they preside.

Mr DMT, graciously acquired from senorite Barnados of the paedophile bank account sent me scatamarang. Oh Globules of fire fresh shining sun dance. A visit from the cycloptic eye. He hurled fat boulders at my arrogance and sploshed me on a new shore. Unbelievable light brigade. Soldiers of skulduggery. He let me scrump with the harpies and rewrite the tunes. 

One puffle suck from the glass dick and I exhaled lovely whirbelling smoke particles these promptly turned into ice cubes and I left for gobble land. Here I ascended white puffle cloud stairs and came to an imp. This impus told ~ ‘There are seven stages to experience. First is the life as you know it followed by death which is another life and you rise through six promotions to become a guardian’

This left me slightly bemused like a tear in rain and I returned after what the clock told me to be an hour. This may have lasted a million years and it would have still felt the same. I came to on the floor with my whiskers in the fluff. This was unlike other party trips – this was not a party trip but an inexplicable odyssey. The second time I ingested the rainbow crystal that evening the smoke after exhalation turned to thousands of small tigers that spread out and crawled~ actually no they swam off throughout the room. They were swimming because their hairs were waving just as they would under water and they paddled as they would as well. Tigers are the best swimmers – the only ones that seem to have been designed to swim as they have webbed paws. This was a message from the celestial if they had been lions they would have not swam but roamed I’m sure. They were so beautiful. 1000s of tiny tigers. It was real.  I remerged into the puffle land and began to ascend. I arrived at a point still embalmed in pure white and felt the presence of an entity. Without words I knew this was the guardian. It let me know that I was allowed a question. I asked it when I would die. It replied that I was the only entity it had come across that is to die only once and asked me never to returnaturn.

I came round again and found my face waxing the concrete. Claret was dribbling from my chinnywinkle and I felt as though I should pass on a third return as he may well ended me that once. It was all behind one of Jung’s strange mirrors.