Stoner thought synesthesia

I was listening to Joe Rogan talking to Terrace McKenna's brother today, and Joe said something that stood out to me. He said that psychedelics reveal things that the sober mind can never see. He wasnt talking about aliens, he meant it in a more normal way. He said how it changed his mind about a simple thong like a road. Before he did the drugs, a road was just a road, but after, it took on this whole new meaning, of indiustrial society and what not. To me, this idea meant relationships and interconnectedNess in things.

I was looking at leaves blowing in the wind, wishing I could see this hidden aspect. Maybe theres an aspect of the wind blowing through the trees (and anything else you can think of) that is infinite. The wind blowing on Jesus' face as he died on the cross. The breeze right before Mt Vesuvius exploded. There's definitely a butterfly effect with wind, but it's beyond that, I  can't explain this feeling I had. It's like the winds relationship to all of existence, maybe if you figured it all out there would be some diamonds in there.

Tldr: dumb stoner synesthesia

Higher elevation, pine trees, grass, water, cows, horses, magpies

Random shit:

Horses have sad horsey eyes, and they are teenage boys. They pop boners at random times, usually about every five seconds

I wonder how we altered the waterways in arid or semi arid areas. Connected creeks and ponds together to increase water flow or things like that.

I saw a bumper sticker that said "stop seizures", I think it was a low key cannabis legalization sticker

Roads were strewn everywhere so we can drive our fire breathing steel monsters at 80 mph while looking at the grand canyon in our rear view mirror. And so that we can get McDonald's and Walmart cheaper

Beetles need to go on disability, I always see them flopping around on their backs helplessly. They appear to have fucking evolved the ability to flail their legs around like windmills to get out of this problem. Despite that, from what I've seen they more often just flop until the wind blows them over. The wind is their welfare

Shipped excess food to towns ahead of me, lightened the bike by about 15 or twenty pounds.

Currently chilling in a hotel for a bit, the owner was nice and said I could hang in here to avoid the midday heat.

When someone asks you what kind of music you like, and you answer with a genre like "rock" or whatever, it might as well be, "what kinda music do you like?" ..."Music."

Our confidence is our thoughts is often illusionary. Reciting words is not thought. Undeserved confidence is not thought.

If you go to this river,you might be able to catch a rare Virgin Pixi Faerie in a glass bottle and make her your waifu

My water got so hot today, that by the time I went to boil some for dinner, it was still so hot that it took barely any time to start boiling. IT WAS FUCKIN PRE HEATED WAHTAH I TELL YA.

Oh yeah, no tools cus it's a Soviet bike. That means it doesn't need repairs or maintenance of any kind, forever. It has UNPOPPABLE TIRES

Here are some random realization I had today:

I'm better at throwing a lighter than a baseball

Heat stroke immediately follow by swimming gets you kinda high

Fish that are used to people swimming and diving fishing act kinda like seagulls. And they're kinda smart

I bought this bike off a black guy, now I'm gonna ride it across the desert. I call it "the Soviet Peasant Ching Chong Truck". This will be my blog.

Day 1. It's fucking hot and I have to ride this heavy ass jerry rigged bike up a fucking mountain.