fuckity fucken fuck, something quite weird and quiet incredible and quite incredibly weird just happened.
What a crazy wild night has it been ! Actually, what a crazy last couple of nights. No, Wait, what a crazy last couple of lifes.
This current particular shenanigan at topic began this friday night, when I joined the whimsical pixie fairy to whom I'm now apparently madly in love, in a ritual of weed smoking, mxe ingesting and koyaanisqatsi watching. I must say that was quite an experience. Really fucking intense. Drilled my mind in ways I'm not prepared yet to recall.
Anyways, to the amusement of the fallen angel to whom my desires burn, the night was ended with an intramuscular entry to the K-Hole total annihilation of reality territory.
I had to wake up early next morning, because I'm attending a course about construction of effect pedals. So after almost no sleep I showed up feeling wonky still to the course. Managed to meke the pedal we were building work but then broke it in a stupid mistake twenty seconds later. And yeah, typical heavy dissociative afterglow during the day, feeling manic, almost stimmed out.
So in that manic disso afterwaves I drop 50 mg of 3C-E, 6 mg of 3-MeO-PCP, take my bike and ride to a rave where a pretty internationally acclaimed Dj is going to show up. (Ricardo Villalobos is the name, look it up if you are into some minimal electronic turns of the table). On my way there some pretty fucked up shit happens to my bike, I don't even know when or how it happened. But somehow, always the most unexplainable yet annoying shit happens in the less adequates of times. To those around me, myself included, it has kinda become some sort of tragicomic aspect of being me. But whatever, some serious metal bending shit went on my tires, I don't even know how to explain what happened in English, and am barely able of doing it at all. So at some point I'm forced to get off my bike, luckily just four squares away from the rave I was attending, and just walk, pushing the broken bicycle besides me. Reality around me starts to melt real good at this point, we are also in a funky part of the city, no friendly faces around me.
But I get into the rave. It was as amazing and exciting as it was disappointing. Villalobos is a genius at what he does, no doubt about that. But I don't know; the whole show that's built around a dude and his music; I think I'm done with that. I like dancing. I like drugs. I like mixing both. But this kinda shit gets fucked up at one point, it's just so artificial, and just so bourgeois, and the vibe gets at weird almost creepy levels sometimes ... I don't think I'm ever again going to give my money to any of the big names of electronic music. Maybe I'll make an exception for Aphex Twin if I ever get the chance, but that's a different story all-together.
I end up leaving semi-early from the rave, about an hour before the place had to officially be closed, in part because I now had to deal with the problem of having a nonfunctional bike, with a partly nonfunctional mind to take care of it.
What a precise moment in my existence and how fragile and incomplete the means to describe it. What happened is kinda incredible and kinda absurd, and I still can’t wrap my head around it but then again I’m still tripping, but whatever: for some unexplainable reason, even though my bike wheel is fucked beyond possible repair, I was somehow able to ride it back to my place as if almost nothing had happened. I just deflated it a little, so the wheel was able to turn again (I really don’t know how to explain what happened, but in the fucked upness of the tire it expanded and made movement impossible), unbuilt the brakes, and then I just pedaled my way as if nothing had happened, except that it was taking me double the effort than usual to cycle.
So now I’m restless, 7 am sunrise coming in beautifully through my window, writing this down to the interwebz. But enough with the self-uncoiling !! And mental jugglery too, I’m still translating from tripping to rational, and from rational to English … (Although sometimes rational seems to appear in English first, rather than in my native language, and I’m going to have to attribute that to the countless hours of bluelight browsing that apparently solidified English and altered states in the same parts of my mind … And I’m going to use then this parenthesis to thank you all out there in the bluelight hyperspace, our internet personas do a really weird and complex thing to the world and to others if you look closely into it … (And on that note: Hi Xammy, Hi Kaleida !!!! It’s nice to see your usernames around here again, it’s a warm re-cognition.))
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But listen now, you who have ears of interest for this kind of thing:
3C-E is some serious shit. Insane energy still pumping through me a good nine hours after ingestion of the substance. On the verge of being restless and jittery, but on the other hand an amphetamine laser-focus type of mindstream. Truly psychedelic in the sense of introspection, but not very visual at all. I mean there are visuals, but they are not overpowering in any sense. Mostly color enhancement/distortion, and a wavy, glossy texture to reality. Music appreciation is INSANE. INSANE. Can’t stress this enough. If you are a musician, or you are working on writing your own music, this will blow your mind. So many layer of analysis going on while listening. Social abilities where not impaired at all, and headspace is almost completely clear headed at all times. So that, and the endless energy this gives you, plus the music appreciation thing, makes this one a pretty cool “party-drug” I guess, not at all dissimilar to MDMA, but I’ll have to add that I could NOT for the life of me appear sober to a third party observing me right now, so I guess a few hours ago it was an even more obvious give away.
So ok, typing this helped me unwind some of the explosive energy Im trying to calm down right now (Seems like this would also make a pretty cool crazy soliloquy writer’s supplement too). In a couple of hours more the marketplace opens up so I can go get some veggies and fruits for the week, and then I guess I will take some etiz and take a break from reality until further notice.
hasta la próxima !