burningmouth
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Aug 22, 2010
- Messages
- 3
I just did a strong hit of salvia extract. I’m all up in my head now, like some guy sitting in a wooden hut alone in the jungle. In the darkness outside are black-lit sets of eyes trying to stare him/me down. My/his legs are crossed, and he’s spinning around. The visuals are starting to imprint onto the surface of his retina, moving across his eyelids, one after another. The ground underneath his body starts to whisk him away, faster and faster. He sees different versions of himself sliding away into the cosmic distance, again and anew and again and anew. Hundreds of different timestamps of his existential identity careen off like slivers of twisted metal cut by some crazy-ass meat cutter.
A weird monstrosity is approaching him/me as the salvinorin invades my brain. Engulfed in darkness, I watch it approach my eyelids from afar. It resembles some type of underwater rotating shipwreck. Light shimmers off its turning surface revealing neon colored, coral-like appendages swaying in my liquid, subconscious mind.
I watch this thing rotate, and as it does, it picks me up and carries me along its subsurface wake. The shipwreck is shaped like a giant wheel with spokes or connecting rods radiating outwardly from a central hub. The coral coated spokes are composed of replicating peoploids, or rather, humanoids attached together from hand to foot. The entire wheel is alive with these peoploids, and they constantly transform and shape shift along the outer surface of the wheel as it rotates through subliminal hyperspace.
While watching the outer rim cut a curved path through cosmic space, I noticed several compartments springing up out of nowhere. I suddenly found myself inside one such compartment. Next to me and totally oblivious to my presence were a mother and daughter. They were both seated at a kitchen table, and the mother was combing her daughter’s long flowing hair. They were both silent and yet they both smiled and seemed very happy. The daughter held up a mirror, and I made the terrible mistake of gazing into it. At once, the mother and daughter changed expressions. Color left their faces and the room surrounding them took on shades of black and white. The daughter’s face now looked burnt, and her expression changed from happiness to despair. Along the kitchen’s periphery, I could now see strange beings half hidden in the wooden cupboards. They seemed menacing and pissed off as if I were intruding on some type of Black Ops experiment. I quickly decided to exit the mirror, but the strain of my will caused the mirror to fall on the floor and break. Reflected on a sliver of mirror was the date on the kitchen’s wall calendar. It read “January 2013“.
Several long seconds passed. There was less and less rotation, and I could feel the subconscious wheel gently let go of me. I started to fall away from the circular shipwreck, and the surface of everyday reality approached me from above. Landing upside down back into my own world of buzzing traffic and barking dogs, I opened my eyes and took control of my awaiting body.
A weird monstrosity is approaching him/me as the salvinorin invades my brain. Engulfed in darkness, I watch it approach my eyelids from afar. It resembles some type of underwater rotating shipwreck. Light shimmers off its turning surface revealing neon colored, coral-like appendages swaying in my liquid, subconscious mind.
I watch this thing rotate, and as it does, it picks me up and carries me along its subsurface wake. The shipwreck is shaped like a giant wheel with spokes or connecting rods radiating outwardly from a central hub. The coral coated spokes are composed of replicating peoploids, or rather, humanoids attached together from hand to foot. The entire wheel is alive with these peoploids, and they constantly transform and shape shift along the outer surface of the wheel as it rotates through subliminal hyperspace.
While watching the outer rim cut a curved path through cosmic space, I noticed several compartments springing up out of nowhere. I suddenly found myself inside one such compartment. Next to me and totally oblivious to my presence were a mother and daughter. They were both seated at a kitchen table, and the mother was combing her daughter’s long flowing hair. They were both silent and yet they both smiled and seemed very happy. The daughter held up a mirror, and I made the terrible mistake of gazing into it. At once, the mother and daughter changed expressions. Color left their faces and the room surrounding them took on shades of black and white. The daughter’s face now looked burnt, and her expression changed from happiness to despair. Along the kitchen’s periphery, I could now see strange beings half hidden in the wooden cupboards. They seemed menacing and pissed off as if I were intruding on some type of Black Ops experiment. I quickly decided to exit the mirror, but the strain of my will caused the mirror to fall on the floor and break. Reflected on a sliver of mirror was the date on the kitchen’s wall calendar. It read “January 2013“.
Several long seconds passed. There was less and less rotation, and I could feel the subconscious wheel gently let go of me. I started to fall away from the circular shipwreck, and the surface of everyday reality approached me from above. Landing upside down back into my own world of buzzing traffic and barking dogs, I opened my eyes and took control of my awaiting body.
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