(Daron's Diary Entries)
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"Inside the moon lives the high priest of the mushroom cult."
"Upon the altar are the ashes of the Pharisees."
Sounds stupid, doesn't it? Well....Not to Serj...He seems convinced of it all, I think those shrooms are messing with his head, I'll keep this diary updated and report if anything strange happens while we go on this tour... - DM Oct 12 2001
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Serj has been rambling more than usual, it's honestly making me nervous, the others don't seem to care, they seem almost....Okay with it, but this isn't normal, mushrooms and cults is something we'd write a song about, but never something we'd outright be nonchalant about, like for fucks sake, Serj sounds like a schizo when he talks about this, and the band doesn't even question it?! Jesus Christ, I need new friends, or at least, more context, either way, it has something to do with him taking so many shrooms, I think I'll hide them for a while and see if that changes anything, wish me luck.... - DM Oct 15 2001
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Okay so, the shroom thing wasn't the problem, but there is still so much that's up in the air, like...What is this "Mushroom Cult" he's talking about? Is there something I'm missing? Whatever it is, it must have something to do with the many times I've seen mushrooms scattered about our tour bus, specifically Fly Agaric mushrooms, I don't want to pick them up without gloves, I feel that if I did without gloves, the poison would absorb through my skin, or however that works, or it'd at least make my hand super itchy for multiple weeks, and I can't have that, I need to play my guitar......Weirdly....I kind of am more interested to see where Serj goes at night, sometimes when we aren't driving, he'll like....Leave the tour bus for hours on end, and then return once everyone else is asleep....Shit, I hear him coming, this is the end of today's entry I guess. - DM Oct 18 2001
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Inside The Moon Lives The High Priest Of The Mushroom Cult
Horror"Upon the altar are the ashes of the Pharisees. I sold my soul, sold my soul, sold my soul away, I'm free of guilt, free of sin, free of everything." SOAD Mushroom Cult Fic