what's up with that?
when i moved back into the parent's place to finish up school and get my biz up n running, i took some time to prepare myself for what i was leaving behind. independence, amusement, excitement, privacy, lust, insanity(i tried, but couldn't leave it behind), and well.. life.
but it turns out that i don't really miss much of those things. after being on my own since the tender age of 16, it was actually quite refreshing to not have to worry about all that i worried about since i left. i could finally just focus on school, and focus i did!
but there is one thing i truly miss more than any other, with all of my being and all of my heart.
i miss growing my li'l mushrooms. i miss playing with the spores, miss toying with my collection of scientific equipment. i miss sterilizing grain in a pressurecooker, i miss inoculating agar, i miss holding my breath. i miss the joy that accompanied contaminant free germination. the pure, clean white mycelium sprawling out from the noc-points like a bat outta hell (relatively speaking of course).
i miss sensing 'their' desire to transcend the boundries of their mycelial world, feeling 'them' thru my bare and sterile hands as i comply and case them.
i love the smell of fungus in the morning.. smells like... victory.
i miss watching the little buggers go from teeny-tiny pinheads into massive mushrooms in a matter of days. i miss having a forest of fungi in my closet.
but most of all... i miss eating them.
if anything, i figured i would miss privacy. can't really go about looking-for/courting a girl when you don't really have a place to call home.. but, in actuality, it hasn't really bothered me at all. with school and the biz to occupy my time, i guess i havn't had time to wonder.
well enough of that.. time to plan the exit. while i dig the trouble free surroundings, i don't think i can manage another month without the joys of mushroom growing/eating.
and i suppose i should start looking for the girl again eh..
yea.. enough time spent learning all i can from the happenings of the past. it was time most well spent, mind you. but now it's time to follow thru with it's purpose.
it's time to wander into the future.
it's time to wade into her eyes.
it's time to remain there forever, in the ephemeral moment of eternity.
die mycophile, die.
when i moved back into the parent's place to finish up school and get my biz up n running, i took some time to prepare myself for what i was leaving behind. independence, amusement, excitement, privacy, lust, insanity(i tried, but couldn't leave it behind), and well.. life.
but it turns out that i don't really miss much of those things. after being on my own since the tender age of 16, it was actually quite refreshing to not have to worry about all that i worried about since i left. i could finally just focus on school, and focus i did!
but there is one thing i truly miss more than any other, with all of my being and all of my heart.
i miss growing my li'l mushrooms. i miss playing with the spores, miss toying with my collection of scientific equipment. i miss sterilizing grain in a pressurecooker, i miss inoculating agar, i miss holding my breath. i miss the joy that accompanied contaminant free germination. the pure, clean white mycelium sprawling out from the noc-points like a bat outta hell (relatively speaking of course).
i miss sensing 'their' desire to transcend the boundries of their mycelial world, feeling 'them' thru my bare and sterile hands as i comply and case them.
i love the smell of fungus in the morning.. smells like... victory.
i miss watching the little buggers go from teeny-tiny pinheads into massive mushrooms in a matter of days. i miss having a forest of fungi in my closet.
but most of all... i miss eating them.
if anything, i figured i would miss privacy. can't really go about looking-for/courting a girl when you don't really have a place to call home.. but, in actuality, it hasn't really bothered me at all. with school and the biz to occupy my time, i guess i havn't had time to wonder.
well enough of that.. time to plan the exit. while i dig the trouble free surroundings, i don't think i can manage another month without the joys of mushroom growing/eating.
and i suppose i should start looking for the girl again eh..
yea.. enough time spent learning all i can from the happenings of the past. it was time most well spent, mind you. but now it's time to follow thru with it's purpose.
it's time to wander into the future.
it's time to wade into her eyes.
it's time to remain there forever, in the ephemeral moment of eternity.
die mycophile, die.