Poem: The telepath

Either my brain won't transmit
Or it's all hokum—

I've tried over and over
To put the stink-eye

On those who have tresspassed
Against me.

I've stood on the lawn at midnight
Sending invites to the greys

And they kept right on going.
I have sat in meetings

And tried to hypnotize
The speaker as he drones

On about something
That will never really matter.

I have focused
Every electron of thought

On a perceived enemy
And they always survive.

Even when I know precisely
What they are thinking,

I've never actually
Been able to verify

Whether it's telepathy
Or my brain playing tricks with my heart.

Even though I can't transmit or receive
I've been able to mount a shield

Against hoodoo and voodoo
And ill wishes trained on me—

A personal strategic defense initiative,
A bulwark against real

And imagined threats
Beamed my way.
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First hand account of a Jenkem user

From a posting on livewire, comes this first person account of a Jenkem trip. To find out more about Jenken, check out this earlier post on All This Is That.

The posting seems to be by "pickwick" on the totse website.

2007-06-13, 12:55

Well today I finally did it. I became probably the first person in America to huff his own s**t gas. No video though, sorry, no camera. I hope you are not too disappointed. I could bet pictures though and I wrote a trip report.

Today the bubbles had mostly stopped. The balloon had possibly grown a little bit since last time but it was oblong from days in the sun or maybe from the gases inside so it was hard to tell. The shit in the bottle was very settled and did not look like shit anymore even.

I first lightly shook the bottle to make sure all of the bubbles had popped. I then pinched off the balloon and took it off of the top. I held that while I huffed from the bottle. After exhaling all air from my lungs I took my straw and inhaled from the inside of the bottle. The flavor of shit struck me, it stuck to the tongue like the flavor after smoking a cigar. My body wanted me to stop breathing it but I kept going by putting the end of the straw further back in my mouth, behind my tongue. I took a some more breaths of that and I waited a few seconds, then inhaled the balloon. The balloon was less harsh, I could barely taste any of it and it felt like breathing oxygen.

After breathing it in I immediately felt that I was passing out. I did not even have time to spit before I became unconscious. When I woke up my spittle had oozed out of my mouth and down my chin. I asked my friend how long I was out for. He said for about a minute, and that he had repeatedly tried to wake me but I would not wake up. During this short conversation I began to feel light dissociative effects come over me, accompanied by buzzing in my ears. The feeling got stronger and stronger until I felt like I was in a dream. This was somewhat enjoyable, it made me feel like nothing really mattered. The apathy actually made the rest of the trip more enjoyable.

After I was fully into the dream like state visual hallucinations began to start. I had fleeting visions of people who seemed completely random, like my second grade teacher. I would say something to the person and then he or she would disappear. Normally I would be fearful of trips like this but the dream feeling made it almost fun. Hearing was dulled during the trip, I could only hear what I was saying and some random noises like screeching and car noises. After I the effects wore off my friend told me that I was mostly talking in gibberish so I guess I couldn’t hear my own voice anything in the outside world throughout the trip. At the peak of the trip I saw things like pillars in my lawn that disappeared and shapes in the sky. My sense of time was slowed, so the whole trip felt like it was shorter than it was.

The comedown was mostly auditory hallucinations, like voices and loud cracks. The dream like feeling lessened and I drifted back into reality. In the last parts of the trip I became paranoid from the noises because it felt real instead of like a dream. I asked my friend how long it had been. He said about 40 minutes. He also told me that I spent long periods of time staring at different spots. I also, according to him, spoke slurred works to trees and rocks. I was very surprised by how messed up the jenkem got me. That was higher than I have ever been. Other drugs distort reality, but jenkem really distorts reality. I was almost completely unaware of my surroundings. My friend said that seeing me was scary and he was thinking of getting an adult. Thank god he didn’t do that.

In conclusion: was it enjoyable: no, not really. Would I do it again? Defiantly not. Would I recommend another person to try it? I wouldn’t to anyone who I am close to. If you are very adventurous and would try anything then I guess you should try jenkem. But know that the preparation is not made worthwhile by the trip.
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Poem: Are they on the way or is it "just my 'magination (once again)?"

From the rolling verdant hills of Karleekanosh
To the roiling oceans of Trunobulax,

We wait and watch the shifting skies
For the approach of our long-lost cousins,

Whirring in from far far away,
And wonder what they will bring—

A bag of goodies
To transcend life as we know it,

Or a Pandora's box
Of the unknown and unknowable,

Filled with plagues
And darkness?
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Poem: [The surging sea]

1
The surging sea
Slots its surf
Into the Strait of Juan de Fuca.

2
Two islands down the line
A lone crow
Cries out for its kind,

Bouncing on the fragile limb
Of a lodgepole pine parked
On Mount Constitution's summit

3
I hear the musical murmur
Of two voices in the next room
Like a rhythmic background

With no melody
Coming from
The other channel.

4
Tell Saint Peter
At the Golden Gate
He's just going to

Have to wait
Because I am not coming
The day before tomorrow

Or the day after yesterday.
I am in no rush
To be issued a harp

And besides
I can't tell an E flat
From a B sharp.

I think heaven can wait
They have enough people already
And do they really need a date?
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Poem: [with your back to the wall]

With your back to the wall
Feet to the fire
Head in a vise
And tit in a wringer
You frantically search
For the way out
And the door back.
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King Tut's face revealed (3 photos)

Dr. Zahi Hawass, in the mummy's glass case, speaks to the media.

"The face of the golden boy is amazing. It has magic and it has

mystery," he said.

An AP story by Anna Johnson, reports on the unveiling of King Tut: "King Tut's buck-toothed face was unveiled Sunday for the first time in public - more than 3,000 years after the youngest and most famous pharaoh to rule ancient Egypt was shrouded in linen and buried in his golden underground tomb."

King Tut

"Archeologists carefully lifted the fragile mummy out of a quartz sarcophagus decorated with stone-carved protective goddesses, momentarily pulling aside a beige covering to reveal a leathery black body."

The 19-year-old king, whose life and death has fascinated people ever since his body was discovered, was moved to a climate-controlled case to preserve it.

"I can say for the first time that the mummy is safe and the mummy is well preserved, and at the same time, all the tourists who enter this tomb will be able to see the face of Tutankhamun for the first time," Egypt's antiquities chief Zahi Hawass said from inside the hot tomb.
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Jeri Kehn Thompson photo update No. 12--eleven new Jeri Kehn photographs

Son Sammy in an enviable position -- click to enlarge


Vote for Fred!

In our continuing series, Jeri Kehn Thompson was busy during the last month, making campaign appearances for Fred Thompson in several states, often with the Thompson children.

In case you missed the earlier Jeri Kehn photo collections, here are the links:

Two more Jeri Kehn Thompson Photos
A Jeri Kehn Thompson cameo appearance in a Fred Thompson campaign video, four new Jeri Kehn photographs, and a Mrs. Fred Thompson photo roundup
Three additional photos of Mrs. Fred Thompson a/k/a Jeri Kehn
Meet the Thompson Twins: Fred Thompson's wife, Jeri Kehn (with photos)
One More Jeri Kehn Thompson photo
Jeri Kehn Photos, Part 3: Three more photos of Mrs. Fred Thompson
More Jeri Kehn photos--> A follow-up to "Meet the Thompson Twins: Fred Thompson's wife, Jeri Kehn (with photos) "
New photographs of Jeri Kehn Thompson on the campaign trail (and a couple of her husband Fred too)
Not Jeri Kehn: people who are not Mrs. Fred Thompson, yet who often turn up in search engine searches on "Jeri Kehn"
Three new Jeri Kehn photos; links to Jeri photos; and Fred Thompson describes the beauty of having a hot first lady;



Jeri, Fred, and Sammy go casual on Sammy's Birthday.


Pleased to meet you folk!

Vote for Fred and quit staring at my neckline!

Photo-op with supporters.

Another supporter photo-op.


Jeri with daughter hayden at a toy store.

Jeri with a supporter (admirer) in Iowa.

Jeri and Sammy outside a picket fenced church.

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Painting: A dream I had in L.A.

click the dream to enlarge

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Painting: The President in a pensive mood

Click to enlarge The _President

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Video of the Zombeatles performing "A Hard Day's Night"

The Zombeatles perform A Hard Day's Night, zombie-style. Is this weird, or what?


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William Shakespeare: All the world's a stage

Just because it's good for your soul to read Willy The Shake every once in a while:


[All the World's a Stage]

by William Shakespeare


All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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All This Is That reheated: Hobo signs

Here are examples of some of my favorite hobo signs:


click to enlarge
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