The northlondonhippy

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Yo.

Yes, I’m back.

Two days in a row! It’s like all your xmas’s have come at once and Santa Claus is really Jesus and he’s tak­ing you to heaven to live with god for eter­nity and have noth­ing but oral sex all the time. Yee-fucking-haw!

Sad bas­tard that I am, I was dip­ping into my hip­p­yarchive for a trip down mem­ory lane. I wish it was a real trip, but the gov­ern­ment man took away my beloved magic mush­rooms last sum­mer, so now I ain’t got noth­ing psy­che­delic to savour and enjoy in the pri­vacy of my north Lon­don lair.

I know I harp on about this shroom ban, but I do for good rea­son! I really dug the lit­tle fuck­ers and I miss them very much!

Way back when shrooms were legal and the post­man was my dealer and he didn’t even know it; I used to indulge in this lit­tle pas­time once every week or so. It was good for me.

When shrooms were legal, they were cheap, easy to get, con­sis­tently potent and if used with intel­li­gence and knowl­edge, very safe. Safer than booze any day of the week, but don’t get me started on the legal drugs!

Yes, some peo­ple can go crazy if they abuse shrooms with­out the required infor­ma­tion and smarts. But some peo­ple go crazy anyway.

Scooobity bee boop!

How many peo­ple get beat up, robbed, killed, preg­nant, infected, you name it, because of a par­tic­u­larly heavy night in the pub?

Really! Don’t get me fuck­ing started!

When you put it into that con­text, the ban on shrooms seems even more ridiculous!

The rea­son I’m feel­ing so nos­tal­gic about my for­mer favourite legal sub­stance is two fold; firstly my 2nd anniver­sary of blog­ging is quickly approaching.

Fuck! Two years of spout­ing absolute rub­bish online and being ignored by the main­stream press, even though I am the one true genius of the 21st century!

Save the cel­e­bra­tions for another day. How about the day? Ok.

And sec­ondly, I was read­ing some of my early entries and damn if I didn’t wax lyri­cal end­lessly about my total enjoy­ment of magic mushrooms.

I miss my funny fun­gus! The mush­room god doesn’t visit me any­more! I’m a man with­out a reli­gion! Shouldn’t the Euro­pean Court of Human Rights be defend­ing my right to wor­ship in the man­ner of my own choosing?

Noth­ing else avail­able comes even close to the amaz­ingly pleas­ant plea­sure of being mon­ged to the gills on some fresh, potent shroomies! It was like a reli­gion to me.

Well, put it this way, it made me feel closer than ever to actu­ally hav­ing any faith in any­thing in the entire known and unknown universe.

And they took it all away from me, just because they felt like it! The fuck­ing cunts!

Grrrrrrr!

Gimme back my fresh and legal shrooms or I am going to hold my breath until I turn blue! Gimme! Gimmmeeeee!

Gim­m­m­m­m­meeeeeeeeeeeee! Now! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!