mmm. 3

behind my eyes I can feel the world transform into something otherworldly. 

And I wish i could see what my brain witnesses 

Instead of just a funny feeling. 

I started writing my journal entries like a trip report. Just a bunch of hippie nonsense: 

If not for the limitations of physics, life would branch out endlessly. We all reach for the empty sky and the dense core of the earth. 

I volunteered to work an extra shift on my day off, so I should be getting ready right now. I haven't eaten anything since noon yesterday. 

Creation and unraveling swirl together in an endless ebb and flow. I exist now exactly as I existed aeons ago and aeons to come. The present moment is the only thing that truly exists. 

Sometimes, in my dreams, I get my hands on psychedelics, but I never get the chance to use them. Those dreams feel so real it feels like an alternate universe that is just barely within my grasp. 

I'm looking for friends in my area. I'm a little tired of not knowing anyone in real life. Why is it so hard to find stoner friends in OREGON, of all places? Everyone I MEET is a stoner. where do i go to make friends?