
Live ain't bad in the woods as a muscimol mushroom. At least not as bad as some may assume. Some can't dream of being out in the woods. I came out here once and stayed for good. Nothing like a shady moist hill to grow on. That's something you can go and base your whole life on. We are humble mushrooms who stay working the soil. What is the meaning of life if not to toil? We'll be here long after your gone. Plenty of new food to feast upon.