GeneP59 wrote:
They're not just for butts. Hmph.  

 kurtster wrote:

This strain is called "Treasure Coast." Couldn't really understand where the name came from until this lil gem came up. The colors just blew me away.
Experimentation is spurred on by veteran friends suffering from PTSD and local physicians willing to work with the science.
My Military Father was a violent alcoholic; my childhood included beatings and the constant terror of them.
PTSD isn't just about war; it includes WAR that is brought Home. Exploring fungi and the brain is fascinating with how we can 'rewire' it.
This isn't just 'tripping,' but guided by someone who understands the effects and keep the patient from 'going dark.' Rebuilding memory responses; synapsis and neuron transmission.

Butt Wipes. The poor man’s bidet.  

 Isabeau wrote:
I ain't doing any tripping.  I have thought about flying to Denver and driving home a couple of times just to score some.  But there is no guarantee that I could even find some once i got there.

I can only wish.  It's been so long.  I still have a couple of hits of some blotter stashed safely away.

“There’s man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet.”

― Samuel Beckett

Sure. Get them all going at once. Inhabit the mojo. It's quite fun! Whydontcha?

I still don't know
What it's all about
And yes I mean no
I don't care to find out

Yes but no.

 Proclivities wrote:

i know

unbereavable...

 oldviolin wrote:

I warned him not to pull my finger.