I knocked my head on the concrete Friday night. Saturday night was devoted to the psychedelic. I feel so great now. My head still hurts a little, but I have that feeling of inner peace and warmth that only a plant can give a man.  I still love women, don’t get me wrong.  Heck, I even love Soap.  I love all the animals — those that crawl on the ground, fly in the air, and swim in the waters.  There is such harmony and continuity on this earth and in the heavens above.  My repugnant and self-serving lifestyle remains, but I now emit a glowing aura of gentle bliss.  I can safely say that, for the first time, Saturday night, I frolicked amongst nature and kissed the fifth dimension.

So what is the fifth dimension?  The realm of possibility?  A moment that may or may not have happened?  Meeting a hot young woman who can tell dirty jokes?  Yes, because when she left me, I could see her face in all beautiful things.  I do not dream of her.  She is beyond the dream state.  She is real!  It is the very fact that we made a connection on those very base levels of perversion and unencumbered decadence that allows the two of us to ascend into the sublime!

Oh, sure.  This is typical CausticJ hyperbole.  I like writing about these things, though.  I’ll get back to Bukkake and men getting killed by horse cocks eventually.  Let’s just enjoy this moment together.  Just you and me, reader.  Thank you for reading the blog of a true believer.

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