Yes, I am. That’s why I write this stuff..: Yes, I am. That's why I write this stuff, to relieve the tedium. As far as your recommendations about what I should do, they're very good suggestions. I wish I could do them but unfortunately, I have a medical condition which prevents me from participating in those activities. Thank you for your comment.
You must just be chronically bored: You should consider going outdoors and exploring for a bit of exercise, a hike, discovering a trail you really like, go for a bike ride...
it took me, salvia: I packed it in my one hitter s I was sitting on the edge of my mattress in my sacred room I had created on the property I was living. I was alone. I lit the cigarette style pipe and turned looking over my right shoulder at the Noone there people/person and said aloud, "does it suddenly feel like high school in here?" I dragged another puff and turned my head left, thinking, "is this what it feels like when you're dying"? I laid on the floor and turned on a CD breathwork meditated and focused on my breath. I recall little munchkin creatures all around me yelling, "the spleet the spleet the spleet." a word I created to describe the sound that was not in human language. I couldn't find human language to describe the experience. I decided this wasn't something I would do again until I had been able to fully contemplate it. I feel I experienced eternity and many different life cycles in that 7 to 12 minute journey. Profoundly affected..
I think you bring friction: I think you bring friction full-fledged, as white truth murmurings, with open wings of an eagle's embrace, swifter than riff raff even
Well, for starters, it warped: Well, for starters, it warped me into the consciousness of whatever I was looking at and, as that object, made me spiral into infinite fractal-fuck.