The always invigorated youth, the gallant man with a tender heart, the warrior of justice sent by God himself for the sake of protecting the earth... His name is Ian Sage, and this is his website.
(09/11/2024) Mushroom Quest
I have recently taken an interest in mushrooms, specially those of the psychoactive kind (I never once did drugs mind you), and it has also come to my attention that the region I live in (south western Brazil) is home to the world-renowned Psilocybe cubensis. With that in mind, I decided to adventure myself in search of wild mushrooms. Thus begins the quest for the golden halo...
The easiest place to find Psilocybin mushrooms is in cow dung, so I called my reluctant friend and, after bribing him with an ice cream cone, we walked for about 3 kilometers until we reached the pastures. A very tranquil place, with a slope leading down into a forested valley. Getting there was like climbing up a mountain. I didn't dare stray too far from the fence. A man in a motorcycle had told us the cows had sharp teeth and would maul us if we got too close. That was enough to make me uneasy, specially since I've had already read about mushroom hunters getting injured by bulls in grazing land. As such, I only managed to pick a dozen specimens.
When I got home and asked for an identification on the shroomery message boards, I was told they were mostly Panaeolus cyanescens, a psilocybin-containing species, but I was still not fully convinced; it seemed too good to be true. After some hours mustering up the courage to ingest the wretched thing, I ate one cap and a stem, without chewing, like swallowing a pill. After half an hour I ate another cap and another stem, chewing this time; and then another one after another hour, and threw the rest away. They have a bit of a buttery taste, with that distinct tinge of funginess one finds in cullinary mushrooms. Not terribly unpleasant, but not tasty either.
The night went on uneventfully, and after a while I began to fear for my life. At 3 am I was coming to terms with the fact that I might not wake up the next day. The logic conclusion I had arrived at the time was that, if the mushrooms weren't producing their desired effect, then that meant they weren't the right species, and therefore weren't edible, and furthermore could kill me. In retrospect, this probably happened because I didn't consume enough of them. My kitchen scale can't measure small amounts properly, so I'm not sure how much I ingested. Later I found out mushrooms with black spores can hardly ever do any harm at all. Lucky!
The fact that I ate a mushroom growing on cow shit and survived without any adverse effects is badass enough so that I wasn't even that disappointed about having failed to experience the thing. Furthermore, I can always go back there and pick some more. Look out for part 2!
(22/09/2024) The end is near
A red moon in the sky..... must be a sign.....
I know the quality isn't the best, but you gotta believe, that's as red as it gets!
(11/09/2024) Annoyed with the lack of justice in this country
Jessica is the name of a derranged transvestite hobo who runs around semi-naked assaulting people for food. My neighborhood is his centre of operations.
A friend of mine who used to work at the bakery told me Jessica would frequently barge in demanding food and, if they ever denied his requests, he'd get violent, knock stuff about for a little while and then leave. They tried calling the police once, my friend said, but it was futile, they wouldn't do anything. I bet some thirty years ago, authorities wouldn't hesitate sending his ass to a psychiatric asylum never again to see the light of day just for being a general nuisance. Yesterday I saw him walking merrily across the street with a full litre of orange juice on his hands and a smirk on his face. You just know that was a "gift" from our local bakery.
I've seen people refer to him with feminine pronouns before (Jessica is quite famous around the neighborhood) and it disturbs me. What do you even gain from doing something like that? Hearing this makes me sick. It's not about respect, he is positively derranged. It's this type of willingness to entertain the delusions of mentally ill people that has given criminals like Jessica leeway to act the way they do. That's the one important thing I am trying to convey with this entry.
(10/09/2024) Couples make me sick
Couples make me sick. Whenever I see a young man and woman professing their indecent love in public, like the couple sitting diagonally from my desk right now, I feel like strapping bombs to their backs.
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Men with tanned skin and greasy hair; girls with pierced noses and long eyelashes; men with thin-framed, round glasses; girls with colorful hair and furry jackets; men with anime t-shirts; girls whose t-shirts reference an internet meme; men with earrings; girls with anime pins on their backpacks.
It's so degrading to share the classroom with such mediocre, tasteless people.
(08/09/2024) I see... so this was just a dream.
Right now I'm dreaming.
When I open my eyes, I'll still be 12 years old.
When I get up I'll go to radio exercise.
I'll eat breakfast. Then I'll do homework while eating watermelon in the cool morning.
Then in the afternoon I'll go to the pool with my friends and have a lot of fun.
(21/08/2024) Schoolgirl in November
I started this piece on ms paint during a boring lecture and finished it with GIMP when I got home. It unexpectly turned out to be the best drawing I ever made.
(28/07/2024) United States: The Second Pilgrimage: New York City
Fair warning, I'm making this entry primarily for myself and for a few close friends, I doubt it's going to be a interesting read for anyone else. Anyway... I was supposed to have written about about last year's trip too, but I didn't because I was too depressed at the time. So before I begin, there's a few things I need to say about Los Angeles: Firstly, the entire city smells like piss, from downtown to beverly hills, probably due to the lack of public toilets. I was also surprised to see that negroes and immigrants far outweigh the population of european whites and that people in obese carts actually exist and aren't just part of an elaborate european joke.
PLACES
I don't have a job and no money, so all the travelling I do is completely banked by my parents. I don't get much voice when it comes to decide the itinerary for this reason, so it always ends up being pretty standard; no offbeat destinations or anything like that, although we did visit the Smalls Jazz Club.
Central Park was the highlight of the trip for me; I got to see for the first time plenty of new species of plants, including the bald-cypress, which I had only seen pictures of, and a few animals like squirrels, mice and raccoons. I walked about two thirds of the park in one day (A LOT!!!), and then came back afterwards just to get myself lost in The Ramble, a huge forested area with several intertwining paths and some rocky creeks flowing through it, very peaceful.
The MET was nice, but we couldn't visit The Cloisters, which is a shame. We watched a jazz concert on the Smalls Jazz Club at Greenwich Village and visited the Grand Bazaar near the American Museum of Natural History. I suppose Times Square could've been an exciting place to visit 2 or 3 decades ago, but nowadays it's totally lame.
FOOD
American food. Hated by some, loved by many. Here I will give my opinion on several traditionally american dishes and other food I ate while in New York City.
Hot dog: The american hot dog is pretty bland compared to what I'm accustomed to, or the "brazilian hot dog". The one I ate whilst on my way to Central Park consisted only of sausage, bread and mustard. I found the mustard a bit too sour and overwhelming, maybe due to the lack of other condiments. I ate a second hot dog at the chelsea market (a total waste of time, by the way) that had sauerkraut and cheese sauce on top, that one I enjoyed greatly.
Pizza: There are a lot of pizza places in New York, and I mean A LOT; pratically every café, bakery and supermarket sells them. The american pizza, like the hot dog, is different from the ones I eat here in Brazil. The american pizza is thinner, milder in flavor and has a crunchy dough. The pizzas I ate varied in quality; some were good, some were bland and some had the lingering taste of grease... ew.
Falafel sandwich: Totally awesome.
Beef jerky: Terrible.
Eggs benedict: The ones I ate were small, cold and hard. Not that great, but edible.
Lox (smoked salmon bagel): A jewish calssic, really nice stuff.
Overall, I would say american food is sweeter, spicier and milder than brazilian food. I myself prefer milder flavors, and I liked what I ate.
TREASURES
I have brough with me some books, including a cool-looking leather-bound print of Le Morte D'Arthur; a too-small used hawaiian shirt and a doujinshi CD called "Maid in Laplace". You may listen to it in the brand new section of the website,
(20/02/2024) The most important day of the year
Today is is the day I reach 18 years of age. I'm an old man now. Old enough to marry, reproduce, get a job and be a respectable cog of society.
(01/17/2024) Highschool Ends
I didn't have a very interesting adolescence; in fact, I feel like I slept through most of these past four years.
I haven't made anything I'm proud of, I haven't loved nor been loved by anyone, I never got into a fight, I never learned to play the guitar, I never felt any strong emotions; no achievements, no gained knowledge or acquired skills, It's one big empty gap.
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