an open letter –

I’ve taken mushrooms 80 – 100 times so far, with doses ranging from 2 grams dry to 50 grams dry. On more than 20 of these trips I entered a trance-like state and spoke out loud very quickly for 2 – 5 hours non-stop, every word of it rhyming in an incredibly complex, poetic, and apocalyptic manner, terrifying anyone present.

I have more than 50 hours of untouchable perfect rhyme to my name, not a single misstep, all improvised in the moment, in one ear out the other like it didn’t happen, I remember enough to know I’m a fucking genius though. I rhymed with a Dragon word for word beat for beat for 5 hours straight. I’ve been Death. I could beat the Devil. Where the fuck is my golden fiddle? This society has bombarded me for years with basic bitches making millions off trash and I am living art. If I had a video camera in the corner of my room for the last decade I’d be a billionaire cult leader right now.

How come some scientist hasn’t shoved a probe up my ass yet? I know more than anyone else about mushrooms and I don’t know shit, I’m some random loser who did a bunch of them and got good at synchronicity. “Got good at”, like it’s a skill, like I’m ahead of my time and it’s excruciating living in the fucking stone ages. Maybe in 50 years psilocybin will be legal and 50 years after that someone else will stumble into whatever this is. Stop wasting time.

I get voices in my head on purpose for fun and turn them on and off on a whim in a day or two. I control time sometimes, I’ve got skills. Monks and doctors don’t know shit. Patience worth is dead. I am a Dragon. I am a Witch. I am serious, my life is a joke. I’ve seen the future so many times in so many different ways. Reality is my flesh. It’s been going.

I’m the first and the best. The rest? The rest.

In 10,000 years I’ll still be the best.

Good luck!

~ Cat the Fool