hey gang. carey and i never made it out of costa rica. we're building a small gazebo style home on stilts over a stream, a shelter from the storm (rainy season is a fucking full on force to reckon w/ here). from this makeshift field lab we'll be able to further conduct out research into just how much leisure and tropical relaxation and simple meandering thru life the human being can handle. carey today noticed how drinking the sweet juice from more than ten coconuts in the morning combined w/ a more than gentle swaying of his hammock during his midmorning snooze made his stomach feel slightly upset. i also believe that i reached the outerboundaries of my capacity to undergo leisure when, after gorging on too many mangoes, my body temperature seemed a little high. i think my bloodsugar level got out of control and i was burning up. i got so hot i had so go for a cool afternoon swim in the ocean. i barely made it to the water.
we're pushing a lot of psychic limitations and facing some serious challenges as we open up the morphogenetic bliss template for the 3d realm, but we know that everything we do is for the good of all humankind so we persevere. if anyone would like to fund our project they can email carey to work out arrangements. thank you for your shine.