KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! CRACK CRACK CRACK! BANG BANG BANG! Those aren't onomatopoeia, folks. They're the sounds I hear while writing this and picking images. BANG BANG BANG! KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! CRACK CRACK CRACK! It's because I have construction workers at home, breaking everything and hammering away. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! BANG BANG BANG! CRACK CRACK CRACK! And if it bothers you, imagine how much it bothers me! So please, don't expect too much from this edition. I did what I could, but... CRACK CRACK CRACK! BANG BANG BANG! KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! That said, we still have the movie (in the same vein as the previous one) and a photo of me, because I want to be a rockstar. It's a photo from when I grew psilocybe cubensis, to fly up into the stratosphere and connect with the internet of minds. I have several anecdotes from those two years of nearly daily consumption! Maybe someday I'll share one. In the meantime, enjoy the imag—KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! CRACK CRACK CRACK! BANG BANG BANG!
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