Well, it was a fairly average day, one of my friends came over and we zapped some zol. I tell ya, that zol makes my brain cannon go wild every time, I always see all these rainbows and my head gets loud. It’s chill though, cause you can integrate it and then it’s like a booster for your pillow. Well, we started having a pretty intense conversation as usual. I could feel my power pod filling up as we talked, really got the ol spine strait. My bro’s problem is he gets real paranoid when it comes to the podpadder/nectardrinker relationship. He thinks the podpadder is trying to steal the nectardrinker’s charge, or at least control it for himself. I think my bro is a little too charged in the head though, if you know what I mean. He really needs to get more in touch with his incubator, that way he’d see his pillow around more often. Later on, at night, we went to a show. It was a real charger. Just about everybody there had either taken mana squares or mushrooms. The was a great charge, a very pleasant airflow, which I felt very prominently in my whole fuckin meatbag. There were kids like me and even some far out dopers with long locks dancing in the crowd. Well the band raged for hours, and after the show my bro and I met some girls and went back to their place. We chiefed some zol out of their huge ass smoke castle. I felt a big podcharge comin out of one of them towards me, so I asked her if she wanted some blissout. She didn’t but that didn’t seem to matter, we fucked all night. The next day leaving her place, I saw a very wise old doper walking down the street. He turned towards me and I could feel a huge charge in my brain cannon. He smiled. He smiled and he said “you probably can’t believe anything that happens to you cause of all the zol you smoke and the mana you eat.” “What?” I said “nothing’s real anyways, right? thought everybody knew this was just another dreamplace.” “Nah,” said the doper. “This one is dense as shit. Watch out for the boomerang, it’s made of rock.” He walked off quick as anything. I didn’t really know what he had been going on about but sure enough on my walk back home, I felt another huge charge, in all my pods, and instantly I was in my dreamface flying around a huge desert. I lived a lifetime in that desert kingdom… I was woken up by my mom, passed out in our backyard. I tried to tell her what had happened, but she didn’t like the sound of it. From then on, I wasn’t aloud to listen to those vintage Flying Lotus records any more, and I had to start going to church, where they make the dopers cut their dreadlocks off and stop having sex. That sucked, but I would just get planed first on some zol and it wouldn’t matter. One time I even ripped some cannon juice during a sermon. The priest turned into this big fractal bug, it was far out. I came home and it was weird cause I couldn’t feel my pillow as much as I was used to. My incubator seemed full of crap. I didn’t like the feel of it and I could see too many floaters for my liking, so I just went to sleep in my room and tried to ignore it. But then it got weird, it was like I couldn’t tell the difference between my face and my dreamface, and it got hard to think of things to say to people. They all either didn’t have a clue what I could see, or they had seen it all and weren’t interested. Every time I smoked Zol shit got scary. Fucked up my airflow, and I think everybody could tell. But I just had to chill actually, realize my pillow didn’t go anywhere cause I am the pillow, and the “me” is really just a little charge from the brain cannon. It seems scary but actually it’s great! I’m seee thruuuu… And I still munch dat mana from time to time.
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