Fun with Fungus

By Boomer Sunshine

I was alive, and some people hated me for it. The ones that were alive loved me for it. Everything that was green loved me for it as well. Aspen trees stood straight for me, because I was so straight. I had excellent posture. Every color was vivid, as vivid as life. Every texture felt incredible. I have never been happier. I woke up at eight o'clock. I had set my alarm clock the previous night for that time, and I turned it off and leisurely stretched in my bed. I was nude. Remaining naked, I rolled to my left and retrieved a bag of mushrooms from under my bed. The mushrooms were beautiful even before I consumed them. They were a rich, creamy white with bright blue splotches all over them. I ate half of the baggie, which consisted of three caps and three stems. They tasted like dirt. I ate them slowly and I washed them down with a very tall glass of orange juice, no pulp. It was quite refreshing. I then went into my room and put on a beach boys album, good vibrations. I was in a very good mood; I guess I woke up on the right side of the bed. I danced around in the nude for about ten minutes, and then put on some pants and glanced outside. It was gorgeous out, only eight thirty and already seventy degrees. I finished getting dressed and then I walked outside. I crossed my yard and began walking down the street that ran parallel to my house. It was a groovy day. Everybody that drove by was smiling. There were people out on motorcycles, and I could tell that they were just enjoying the day like I myself was. By now I was feeling very fine indeed, and I made my way to the park. I was standing very straight, and for some reason that was important. I felt happy just to be alive. As I walked across the street, I cut the corner of my neighbor's yard. It was an exhilarating three-second romp through some daisies. My mind was completely aware of every action that I made. Every action was perfectly mechanical, like a divine robot-god, yet more loose and relaxed. I strutted down the road, bathing and swimming in the sunlight. My body was exploding with energy. I was constantly flexing my hands to the furthest extent of their capability. I could feel heat and energy pouring out of me. Aspen trees are beautiful. They love me more than anything else in the planet. As I walked by them, they stood perfectly straight, towering over me yet also bowing to me as I walked by. They were screaming at me that they loved me, and I loved them too. I could see each and every leaf on the tree, and each individual leaf was a different vibrant shade of green. Butterflies whirled around me as they passed, drawn to my magnetic force and intensely positive energy that was oozing out of every pore in my body. I strutted. I walked to the park. Water is beautiful. I could see everything as energy, and grass was restless. Squirrels were violent balls of fur. Water was exactly water. It was calm and cool and I could feel it by looking at it. I wanted to swim, but I did not. The sky was so blue, I wanted to cry. I couldn't help laughing, it was a high-pitched laughter, and it was entirely unconscious. I was helpless to stop it. I couldn't stop feeling wonderful, and I didn't want to. I constantly ran my hands all over my body, and it felt incredible. Everything around me was beautiful, and I would gasp as I breathed in and sigh as I exhaled. I thought that that much beauty would make me explode. I walked through the park. It was sublime. It was heaven. I was an angel. I was a god. I was what man was born to be. I felt so right, so happy, so free and at the same time a part of everything that was beautiful in the world. I remember thinking that this is what living was supposed to be like, and I promised myself that I would live like this for the rest of my life. I walked back to my house. My mom was there. She is a negative person. I was so positive that she couldn't help but be positive. She was feeding off of my good vibrations, but I had an infinite supply. I told her I was going to the high school to get my cap and gown and other various things. I walked to the high school. I am not going to describe it. I entered the high school. Mrs. Gray was smiling, probably because I was smiling so much too. I charmed her into letting me roam about the building with a visitors pass. She loved me and I loved her. I went to find Liz Taylor. First I dropped my yearbook of with Mr. Grieves, and then I looked for Liz. She was in an English class. I used my voodoo to get her out of class. I said,
"Come do mushrooms with me in the woods, Liz."

She was surprised and immediately began to contemplate the decision.

"I can't," she said.

"Yes you can," I said.

"I'll meet you at lunch," was her reply.

I agreed to her terms. I encountered an authority figure and he escorted me to the office, then off the premises. I left the high school in a great flurry of flailing limbs. It was a great relief to be back outside, where everything was my friend. The sun was still a flaming crystal sphere and It bathed me in its hot, sweet liquid. I swam everywhere.

I walked to the saddle club. It was incredible. Some cars were ugly, and I ignored them. But some cars were so beautiful it was almost erotic. There were brightly colored sports cars and motorcycles, and everyone who drove them was alive. I walked across the street. It was hot so I took off my shirt. Oh my god, cigarettes are amazing! I LOVE smoking! Each time I lit a cigarette, I was so incredibly happy that I thought I would die. I raised my head to the sky and oh man I cant even explain it, but it was incredible it was so good. I walked through the grass in front of the saddle club, and the grass was so green. There were those white things that you blow on for good luck swirling all around me, and it was beautiful. I cant say enough how much I love aspen trees. They are incredible. I walked back across the street, and made my way to the loaf and jug. The lady there knew. She let me use the phone. She was cool. I called Jordan and left him a message telling him to meet me at the library. I left and lit another cigarette. It was incredible. It was my favorite one of the day. I walked over to the library. I laid down in the grass and I could feel each blade touching me, caressing my body. It was sensual and intensely pleasurable. I looked at my arm, and it was so white against the live green grass. It was beautiful. I loved myself. I was so beautiful. I took off my shoes and curled my toes into the grass. It felt so good. The sky was so pure blue, with the whitest trace of clouds. It was incredible. I could feel the earth move all around me, and the sky was a swirling mass of beauty. Everything was beautiful and amazing and good. I rolled around in the grass, laughing and enjoying the sensation all over my body. I left my shoes and walked towards the sheds. I saw Jim Morrison. I asked him for a cigarette, and he said he didn't have any. He had two dollars and I had a dollar and change, so we walked to the gas station to buy some smokes. We met Marilyn Monroe and Goldie Hawn. They knew I was on mushrooms and they were very happy for me. I described the sensation and they nodded their heads in understanding. Their eyes were very bright.

"Go to the woods and you will know everything," said Goldie.

I went to the sheds and met Liz. We went to Bob Marley's house and she ate the rest of the mushrooms. Then we began walking into the hills. I was in love with her, intensely and madly. She was so beautiful and carefree, like a magical fairy. Her hair danced in the wind. I wanted more than anything to touch her, her skin looked so smooth. She was a rich light brown and she spoke of magic. We walked across the town to the back of the high school. Up, up, up a trail. We were both laughing and sighing; she was beginning to get the bug. I spoke to her about magic and love and life and aspen trees. We were coming and going, but for a brief period we met like two crossing trains. It was incredible. We danced through the aspen groves and touched everything that looked like it would feel good.

It is a law that everything is disintegrating. The rest faded to oblivion.