I still love mushrooms, but I'm kinda thinking they're fucking little shits btw, like eating a handful of practical jokes.
Get this... I was sittin on the floor, sleeping/awake, eyes inside/out. A green factal dude was floating about the place, I watched it do pretty much nothing but be s blob in my mind, I got used to it, me and my green blob. I dont know how long this went on for, I do remember feeling uneasy at the prospect of it going on much longer... then in that split second it clarified into an absolute picture perfect, clear as day... man in a high viz vest, who proceded to offer me a microwave meal complete with fork.
... and I'm not even getting into who or what 'henrey gorman' may be. My thinkbox is to discombobulated for that auld chestnut.
I bid you good pancakes.