Part two of the Shroom Sketchbook.
Let's get started shall we?
Drawing eleven.
Moose head, really, really, up close.
Drawing twelve is a great representation of the peak of the trip.
There is enough going on in this one drawing to fill another notebook.
From what I can tell, it's a cat... or a dog.
I wrote "shrooms" on the right side of the page as though you wouldn't be able to tell that I was on drugs.
I see a leaf on the bottom center. In the corner there are these squiggles with smiles and text that reads, "We are water drops, we drop the water." Who knew that shrooming made you so deep.
Drawing thirteen.
Torpedo bird and flying sky island. At this point I'm starting to come down from the trip...sort of.
Drawing fourteen.
Snake creature swallowing an egg.
Drawing fifteen.
Another dinosaur like head, and an evil sperm.
Drawing sixteen.
This drawing is a little existential.
Drawing seventeen.
Cat made of noodles?
Drawing eighteen.
Can you tell that I took anatomy classes in college? Because I can't.
Drawing nineteen.
Where to begin, where to begin?
The little fat thing off to the side is really cute.
The totem pole creature that gave birth to that ferret fetus concerns me.
Drawing twenty.
Crazy contorted cat.
The end of the sketchbook.
The lesson to take from all of this is that drugs are bad.
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