Staar got me thinking of mushrooms..

id sell my firstborn (or atleast repay the debt when i have a firstborn) for a big batch of fried corn-cob (morel) mushrooms...

holy jesus i just spooged in my pants!

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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.