This comes from a story Wade Davis told about an old Inuit hunter guy who killed a dog with a poop knife, skinned it, made a sled from its carcass and a harness from its hide and used another dog to ride into the sunset as a fuck you to his family who were trying to force him to retire.
The story has been thought to be bullshit by a lot of people. Wade Davis is a great writer though.
Ya. When you’re reading psychedelic philosopher guys it’s best to keep in mind that they might be completely full of shit and total whack-jobs. Much like a good acid trip, believe half of what you hear and none of what you see.
“Recent hands-on experiments determined human feces cannot be made into frozen knives to dismember dogs” is the absolute most that a single sentence can be. The peak has been crested, literature can only stagnate from here.
For sale, baby shoes, poop knives can’t dismember dogs.
*For sale: baby poop knives, can’t dismember dogs
*For sale: baby poop knives, can’t dismember dogs’ shoes.
This comes from a story Wade Davis told about an old Inuit hunter guy who killed a dog with a poop knife, skinned it, made a sled from its carcass and a harness from its hide and used another dog to ride into the sunset as a fuck you to his family who were trying to force him to retire.
The story has been thought to be bullshit by a lot of people. Wade Davis is a great writer though.
Wade got it from Peter Freuchen
Ya. When you’re reading psychedelic philosopher guys it’s best to keep in mind that they might be completely full of shit and total whack-jobs. Much like a good acid trip, believe half of what you hear and none of what you see.
Terrance McKenna is another one.