Kambo: May 2014 (I AM NOT A DRUG ADDICT AND ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION IS POISON)
Eve has been attempting to ruin my life since I left Saint Petersburg and she was declared my enemy and a champion of nothing but hatred also known as patriarchy…
I decided to engage in the energetic vaccination against humanity called Kambo because Eve was being over the top incessantly abusive…
Up until the day of my vessel’s ingestion of the venom of the frog Kambo (all warriors engage in it right before war) I had an innocent (like hell she was) granny calling herself an Emissary of Light texting and calling attempting to dissuade me from doing it… I finally got irritated and asked “why are you so obsessed with stopping me from recieving the vaccine?”… response: “because you will disconnect”… no further explanation provided…
So, in the heat of the Arizona desert, I ignored the deploring and endlessly disturbing screeching molestation of Eve and went through with it, for an entire week…
War is War…
Other highlights of the Kambo retreat?
Sweat lodge ceremonies oozing of pathetic… I casually mention to the psychotic “Shaman” whose name should have been Papa Mickey, as he was just as rabies infested, that I just earned (with my own sweat and tears HARD AS HARD GETS, WORK…no, not just a talentless liar like Richard Pederson staying he has a spirit animal… HARD WORK EARNED ME MY SPIRIT ANIMAL… SOMETHING HE AND HUMANITY KNOW NOTHING OF… HARD WORK!) my black jaguar spirit animal… “Papa Mickey” doppelganger response? I couldn’t believe it… “I have one too, you’re nothing special, nothing you do matters, FUCK OFF!”…
NICE HUMAN TRASH, NICE!…
…Magic mushroom adventure on the property once owned my the Rolling Stones… in the middle of the night… as the adventure was winding down to a close, a grossly awkward human male decided to scream and not stop for hours… yeah… we just spent a week getting our war vaccination of kambo infused into our skin… detoxed with sweat lodge ceremonies and concluded the whole fiasco with a rabies infested human male destroying any sense of peace and tranquility with a massive and obnoxious temper tantrum!
P.S. More memorable moments:
I got to Arizona from Nevada in a lowrider “minivan” called Hyundai Volester with Orion the Japanese Akida in the back and a loaded handgun belonging to my napoleon with miniature dick who by then still didn’t have an American citizenship fiance, in the glove compartment…
We lodged in an apartment where Orion puked on the carpet from eating a candle and I saved the day with bodily fluid removal potion called hydrogen peroxide, which my masters in psychology and technology crowned midget fiance had never heard of prior to my illuminating him…
To get to the apartment, I, instead of a watermelon like Baby in Dirty Dancing, carried a loaded pistol without concealing it, as napoleon carried all the luggage and dragged the dog behind him (I DO NOT ROW AND I DO NOT CARRY LUGGAGE)…
Once we settled in our apartment I received an innocent call and numerous texts from David Castellvi stating I must be rescued by him (I decided against it given napoleon’s temper and my fingerprints on the gun), abandon my kambo experience (anything to disenfranchise and sabotage me) and come to Sedona (probably to give Tiffany Shaw another shot at failing with Amma the hugging saint gaslighting BULLSHIT!)…
After calling and texting and calling (David Castellvi got pretty stalkish and despite) I got rid of him by insisting Serkan the napoleon make sweet sweet lenovo 2 me on our balcony in the middle of a star filled night of passion…
Like any normal human male ever, Serkan got irritated at my enjoying being completely inappropriate (sex on a patio in the middle of the night in the middle of the desert is so offensive) so I took him to the bedroom and analy probed him…
At the retreat from which David Castellvi failed to lure me away from, I met some Hopi who talked about their love of marijuana, kambo, stonehange and their plans of forcing all humans to drink ayahuasca!