Back in the old days, when we still used to write by hand on paper made from trees, we used notebooks like the one pictured here. (Trees were very large plants that once grew in great number. Paper was a lightweight, flat material made from pulped trees.)
I wrote in this particular notebook only after I had smoked cannabis. (This was another plant which once flourished all over the planet Earth.)
I called this notebook:
This was not intended as a work of literature. Rather, it's an attempt to articulate the logic of the stoned mind.
Note also that this is not to be construed as an endorsement or a condemnation of recreational drug use. My opinions on that matter are published elsewhere; readers are encouraged to study the matter and draw their own conclusions. Consider this journal an experiment, an attempt to record a few fleeting impressions of an alternative mental state.
Read it and share the innermost ramblings of a well-baked brain.