An experience of “magic shrooms” and the trip they induce.
When i drink its not like water goes down my throat..its like i become the water just like i am the computer screen right now
sort of pulsating…in and out with colour, made of millions of pixels, its taking me over as i write this and trying to intimidate me..growing larger and larger than it actually is..taking up shapes that it normally shouldnt…voices that aren’t natural, it’s moving and looks mean and so i move away
my madre brought me tea and waved and now i’m kind of paranoid
i keep getting an image of my head
no, in my head
in my head in my head
what’s in my head
red roof! i went to the red roof. Although it was not so.
It was a liar.
room 138.
best night ever.
i’ve forever memorized that ceiling..
The ufo above me, lit like the sun
Swarming in one spot, daring me to run
my ear is thumping loudly, my throat just made a noise!
colours and sounds..
i’m not sitting on this chair.
we are molded into one
as i write this i fall the other way
into some sort of abyss
only my hands are free
Unbound and free
i’m not sitting in this world
i’m standing still but the earth is shaking
its moving
so fast the timid human eye cant see it, cant feel it
but i can
nothing is normal
lights are vivid
this water is me
my ears are dead
my madre gets some paper
little does she know she is entering my universe
i am out of my body
and out of my mind.
yesterday i was a horse.
it wasn’t LIKE i was a horse
I WAS a horse.
running through freedom..i was in the grass…i remember i said that
Also on the beach, a palm tree swaying in the breeze,
Bob marley playing from the sun, I swayed so softly on that beach
I remember oh so softly
i dont remember anything
i remember i choked myself
i thought it would be fun
Twas curious as you recalled
i remember you telling me to stop
twice
after i blacked out
i’m fading away
this humming noise growing louder
growing bigger
my skin is dancing, moving, spinning
and my body feels so heavy
so heavy
like im on slooow moottiioonnnn
it sinks into this molded machine
Of cloth and pads and back and wood
and im falling back again
my feet are pillars
suddently the screen looks so bright!!!
i can hardly stand it
its like the moon
no, it is the moon.
and I am a star.
out there
in oblivion
no one can interupt me now.
i’m not me, silly madre
i am the water
i am that bottle sitting there on that counter- no one thinks is moving- but it really really is.
my cookies are ready
they beeped so long ago
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