Gooch Tripping

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One night i was trimming my gooch hair and decided to collect some of the hairs. the next morning i put them in a pipe and smoked them and i went on an amazing trip- i sang on stage with rage against the machine and went through a black hole on a killer whale's back with stephen hawking and fought in the civil war and had sex with chasey lain and played in the world cup and met elvis and played 'operation' with him but with a real body. anyway when i returned from my trip my real life just was not good enough, it was boring and i was contained by all the boundaries of space and time so i wanted to trip again. i waited until my gooch hair grew back but it was hell because it took so long i almost went mad. anyway as soon as there was enough hair i cut it and smoked it and went on another trip and this time i went to the edge of the universe with shakespeare and looked over the edge, and i wrote a symphony about seeing the most beautiful sight ever and it united the world and everybody became friends. so when i returned from this trip you can imagine i hated the real world even more but i had exhausted my own supply of gooch hair. i went as long as i could without thinking about it but i was going insane so i went out of the house to try ad kill myself because i could not stand the horror of the real world after the experiences i had had while tripping. so i was standing on the edge of the bridge around midnight when a friendly old man came and tried to stop me from jumping. i was ignoring him, but then i had an idea... i got down and the old man said, 'thank god you've...' but he didnt finish because i knocked him out with a rock that was on the ground nearby. i took off his trousers and cut off his gooch hair and rolled his body off the bridge and into the water below. as soon as i got home i put the hairs in a pipe- they were thin and grey but i didnt care- and i smoked them. now i have killed about seventeen people for their gooch hair. i feel bad in the little time that im not tripping, but in the other worlds that i visit when i trip i help everybody and do the most amazing things. is it not better to help all the people in the other universe, even if it costs the lives (and gooch hair) of people in this world?

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