Hugging the Moog

Too funny. Title link takes you to the original post. Grabbing it here just in case this one dissapears. It's too goog to lose.



"Hugging the moog.

So here I am.

A Brand new Moog synthesizer. It is black with lights, and bob moogs signature. (you make music with it, and weird sounds)

I am about to enjoy myself, and have friends over for a chill out. I then make a bad choice of eating mushrooms. Ya know, it always seems like a fun thing thing to do. Then all of a sudden, it becomes too much to handle. You start to get paranoid, and do stupid shit.

Well I am in the habit of doing a lot of stupid shit on mushrooms. For some reason, the logic of locked doors did not exist, nor did I realize that you could keep things in your apartment locked, and away from someones reach. Even though my friends left and I was still alone, I felt that it was very necessary to keep the moog next to me while I went to sleep.

So I go up stairs, grab my moog from the studio, and carry it to my bedroom. Both hands hugged around it like I am carrying a girl to my bed. I place it next to the bed on the floor between the window, and myself. So there I am sleeping with one hand touching the moog.

I wake up the next day, looking at my moog thinking WTF was going on in my head.

Mushrooms have to be the most sadomasticistic drug in the universe. It's comparable to jumping out of an airplane. At first you are like Wow, this is great..... we are going up into the sky, in a plane.

Then you look out ready to jump, and you do jump! squirt your pants, dribble some wiz, or scream like a fairy princess.

Either way you fall fast. Very fast. You panic. Then the chute opens, and that feeling of relief fills your body. The same relief you get from coming down on mushrooms. Knowing that you are going to be ok, and that introspective mind fuck is over.

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