RRRRRRIIIIIIIIGGGHHHHT!
So along comes this strange bitch who has different colored hair every day--it finally dawned on me she was using wigs. And Wash in/wash out hair coloration, etc. She calls herself "Judith," but she is an American actress called Jolene Blalock.
Judith K's Diary April 2007
Trippin' Time
Well,
The Paneolus genus is superior....I am not knocking Psilocybe AT ALL--some great loves friends and allies there...but YYEEEOWSA!
Took two packages (each once a strong dose)
1 hour ago, and it was the most interesting bus ride yet--all beautiful scenery dripping by like impressionist oils.....I watched Centraal Station dissolve into a big liquid BLOB....and ooze down into the canal....
In it's place quickly a hologram and stasis field that looked LIKE Centraal Station was quickly put there--like I DON'T NOTICE THESE THINGS!!!!
Andre is not the only one notices these things...by the way...he is going to that Blues bar again tonight over by the Prinsengracht...great Brazialian group playing tonight. I hope my date, Sir Paul, won't mind me hanging out, stalking my prey like a lecherous, leprous she-leopard, I know I'm supposed to give Paul head tonight, but that'll come later.....ah, these mushrooms are good for alliteration. Klang associations they are called......be very careful......he might HEAR my thoughts.....
oh yeah!! That's been half the probem--between too much telepathy and too much techno, we aint been getting together enuf!!
He put his phone number under my room door again. Why don't I just call him on that cellphone like a regular human would do? (insert laughtrack here)
Because that's not the Hollywood way? Because we'd rather have BBQs and laugh at the commoners? I don't know...
(unknown period of actual time goes by)
Hey, what the fuck?
This is not Amsterdam!..................................................what happened? these people are not speaking Dutch....is this just some weird extended part of the mushroom trip?
Check chronometer! Holy motherfucker. I know that cannot be right.
Check another clock....the one outside the,
outside the, the Seven Eleven?
Wtf?!!
This looks like anytown USA----this is not possible.
Ok, I will play along.....I will go ask someone...first make sure they can see and hear me------I hate it when THAT happens--that I am moving so fast no one around can see/hear me. Oh a bad trip/'episode' that is!
Excuse me sir, but do you see me? Yes, good...what time is it? Ok....and the date?
What??!!!!
Can you please pa-please repeat that..I did not hear you right...It is June 1st two thousand and WHAT?
2010? Ha ha ha ha, you are very funny!
What? Ok, come out--wherever you all are--very funny NOT! Ok, Lynn, Linda, jaime, Saul etc--funny enuf!!
--I dont know who built this set here and put me here--but get me back to the Beethoven Hotel
on the Prinsengracht NOW!!
(endless time goes by and no one responds)
Ok, I will call on the sellphone----oh shit, where is it? Where is my ID? Money, wallet, passports?
Oh Jeez!
Seriously, I better walk--get the fuck away from here!---
(walking fast to be alone)
Finally I see a friendly looking "middle-aged" woman--excuse me maddame, what is the date today?
What!? You are telling me it is not 2007?
We are really in 2010?!! And what is this town called?
Sacramento!
Holy Shit!
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