I should really do that. I'm afraid I'd wander in some sort of diabolical confusing daze, frightening both others and myself. With no end in sight. Merely floating through life, latching on to any ort of realism I can find until I find myself in an aphotic nirvana, shunned from the harsh realities of this cruel beastly world.
Sounds pretty f*cking cool actually.
I have a big ole bag of shake, not sure if you are aware of that term? But the shit that is just like dust and not budded up at all. That shit. That's the emergency backup but it's enough to keep the pipe full for atleast a week.