Diary Entry, 08-02-2023

As I persist in my work on SHHHHHHROOM, I am increasingly cognizant of its seminal importance to humanity. Only a few years ago, when I delved into the available literature on teacher plants and mushrooms, I was disheartened to find that aside from Aldous Huxley, few truly talented writers had taken on this subject. Some of the works I encountered were even detrimental to the cause, particularly those disingenuous missives authored by Leary. One can’t help but wonder if the CIA wasn’t funding such efforts to discredit LSD.

In studying the Amanita Muscaria, I was overcome by the notion that the stories I was reading were not the full picture, and that the mushroom had chosen me as the writer to share its true tale. The implications of this truth are profound and I am reluctant to divulge them until they have been properly printed and read by all.

I have decided to release the book in the English language, as the Dutch literary scene is unfortunately plagued by a clique of parasites. This week, they once again demonstrated their propensity for herd-like behavior when a guy who published a story celebrating the sexual assault of a child was invited to write children’s poetry for poetry week. The reaction was uniform and the reasoning was asinine.

If one writes a story that glorifies murder and one brags about knowing a murderer, and the Dutch National Book Board then makes them the writer of the year for prison poetry, does that make someone a moral knight if they decry this absurdity? Of course not. What kind of people are these, who so disingenuously play the victim? I have not seen any death threats, but I have seen countless subpar stories and poems that are nothing short of nauseating.

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