MEDVICE: What Your LSD Hallucinations Say About You

…..what can I say? It’s good…I sat there giggling to myself the whole read.

Straight White Male


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It ends, but never for you. Never for you, Clarice. It ends, but never for you. Never for you, Clarice.

If this is your most common hallucination, you may be an avid blog reader.

2.: Miley Cyrus riding by On a Five-Eyed Transgender Liger With a Choir Behind her Singing “Shake it Off” This one is quite common among teen moms and little-league baseball coaches with a passion for NASCAR, usually signifying some sort of innate empathy with the racist unicorns drinking orange juice under your bed at night. It’s usually harmless, unless Waka Flaka becomes involved. You also may want to stop listening to Taylor Swift, even though she’s always listening to you. Always.

And so is your cat. And so is your…

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Banana Cake

1 cup White sugar

1/2 cup of butter or margarine – softened to almost melted

2 large or 3 smaller ripe bananas – mashed

1 egg – beaten

4 tablespoons of sour milk (you can sour milk by adding a teaspoon of vinegar to milk)

1 teaspoon of baking soda

1 teaspoon of vanilla

1 1/2 cups of flour

Add in the order given and beat until blended

Use a 9×9 or 8×8 baking pan – greased and bake in 350 degree oven for 30-35 minutes

check after 30 minutes, then every 5 minutes –use a toothpick to the centre of the cake –it s/b clean when the cake is done.

 This is a good moist cake and sweet enough that you do not need icing. 






046“it is my right; my pre-pubescant-cowboys right ; from the farthest side of the United States, to the other side of the world, I will never give up my right to…SMOKE…(until manhood is thrust, by way of a pick up truck-fast upon me)…Until each cell in my immature body (starting with-occasionally useful-I’m told; organs); foremost my lungs; my blood, my bones and skin are corrupted in dripping, black, resinous tar-malignant, and spreading like wildfire-I insist on my right-my-god-given-right, to smoke…smoke, (and inhale)-I’ll smoke honestly-openly-I will be exercising (frequently) to: my last painful breath…my (rather unexceptional), and masculine-traditional; my rednecked, family, classical,…right…to…SMOKE”.