If you wish to eat a mushroom, you cannot consider what the mushroom fed on.
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Mushroom Festival In Hell
We're ween, it's 1991!
And we are here to play you music
Now this song is called "mushroom festival in hell".
The wind is howling and the time is right for fear
In the emergence in the phosphorescent tears
And all the hippies gonna lick the mind of god?
They've already been immersed in the wad
The wind is howling and the sea is boiling down
The mind is the water, the mind is the water
'cause it's a mushroom festival in hell
'cause it's a mushroom festival in hell
Yeah!
song performed by by Ween
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Customer Complaint
‘There is something wrong with this mushroom! '
I heard a lady, on a nearby table, suddenly boom.
The lady was clearly upset by the whole ‘ordeal',
And, asked the young waitress for a duplicate meal.
Soon, from the kitchen, her new meal appeared,
But, by its appearance, she was far from cheered.
‘I guess, an idiot, is what you take me for?
It's the very same mushroom, I had before! '
That it was a different mushroom, she was assured,
But she was not convinced, so this now meant war.
By this time, the lady was getting really quite irate:
‘That is the same mushroom, on a different plate! '
‘I tell you, this here mushroom is quite inferior!
I demand that I be allowed to see your Superior!
Your explanation, with me, girl, will just not wash.
You're no use: I want you to bring me your boss.'
The Manager appeared, and listened to her complaint:
Luckily, for him, he possessed the patience of a Saint!
He stood there calmly, while she ranted and raved:
A trouble-free shift was what he desperately craved.
She seemed to have time to eat her meal before,
But, suddenly, she didn't have that time anymore!
‘I want a refund! ' she said. ‘And make it snappy! '
She now seemed in a rush, and very far from happy.
Of the show, the lady was most definitely the star,
But I think that she carried things just a little too far!
Tempers flared, nerves frayed, and feelings ran high:
And this was all over one tiny little specimen of fungi!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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A Life Mission
A Mushroom
has no room
for thoughts
it has got
only moments to sort
no hours for thought
just split secon to rot
in the ageless life
when eternity speaks of strife
butterfly spents but a day
mushroom some watery way
some men are mushrooms
they have messages groomed
but live in hived rooms
in silence they come
and unwreathed they go
some like butterfly
flash across many hearts
with colours vibrant and spots
it flew into my garden
smelling with blossooms of Spring
and fluttered into my passions
caressing here, caressing there
the poets say............................
poem by Lalitha Iyer
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Mushrooms
I was with my girlfriend
This is [? ? ] florida
She took me to this place
It had al kind of things growing
She gave me something
It was a mushroom
She said eat it, she said.
A mushroom, what is that?
She said eat it.
I dont think she [? ? ]
Shes kind of a wild girl
I dont think she was that wild
So i, I ate the mushroom
And I said it doesnt taste like much
She said wait a minute
So I waited a minute
I waited a few minutes
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And the next thing I know, I was walking on clouds
There were beautiful clouds
And my girlfriend was talking to me
While I was walking on the clouds
And everything felt beautiful
I almost felt like I didnt have any feet,
No floor under me
It was beautiful
We looked in each other eyes.
On top of these clouds
And we were talking with each other
With our mouths wide open
And all of a sudden
She let me go
But I didnt fall,
I floated, but I was far away from her.
Until the next thing I know she wasnt there,
Knows by myself.
And I was on gras again
- begin of track 6 -
Very soft gras
I walked to the gras (4x)
song performed by by Faithless
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I'm just some lunatic macaroni mushroom, is that it?
quote by Joe Pesci
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I am...a mushroom On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.
quote by John M. Ford
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Without stooping down for the mushroom, you cannot put it in your basket.
I am... a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.
Alcan Road
Open the gate to the red land
Alcan road, by the turquoise lake
Starry skies, a mushroom cloud
Folding waves - in a foamy tide
Washing in beds - of opal shells
white gulls cry - for you and I
butterflies - float away
drift over pools - of salt and clay
mountain man - frosted child
eagles cry - puppets of god
strung like time - molded in form
trees bend back - and trails distort
it leads to the land - of Alcan Road
the turquoise lake - and starry skies
mushroom clouds - folding waves
foamy tides - of salt and brine
song performed by by Ween
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It's better to eat a mushroom in freedom than to eat meat in slavery.
If you called yourself a milk-mushroom ? get into the basket!.
Once the mushroom has sprouted from the earth, there is no turning back.
You must grow like a tree, not like a mushroom.
quote by Janet Erskine Stuart
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Life is too short to stuff a mushroom.
quote by Shirley Conran
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A lucky man can stumble upon a treasure while an unlucky one can't even find a mushroom.
I suppose the old natural stuff would be ok, the old mushroom, but I wouldn't advise anyone to do it.
quote by Noel Redding
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The Opium Eaters
Addict weak shaky bought
in checked wave line motion.
Fifty sturdy dollars worth
elixir dream time life potion.
Absorbent sacred ball spinning
holy thin line magic flame bidden.
Uncut pure sudden dream death
worship magic mushroom lotion.
In vestige ritual days of seer use Ancient Egypt
powers of magic mushroom were temple sacred.
In Odyssey weary trireme warriors of Odysseus
were lost in trip addiction on island of opium eaters.
In an age incorporating scientific inventions absolute
misfits lost within masses use cocaine or hero heroin.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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