2C-E - Inexperienced - Overwhelmed By Beauty

[str3amhuasca]

This happened a year ago after taking an unknown dose of 2c-e. 15mg maybe?

"I am currently tripping face. I wanted to write the
experiences as I am having them now.

the text on the screen has an energy of its own. it can move itself
from my computer monitor, transform into some psychedelic alien
text moving to fast to read it and leave the boundries of my
computer. Psychedelic use is like opening the doors of perception
in one's mind.

OH THE BEAUTY OF NATURE! I just stepped outside for a smoke and
immediatly I am overwhelmed by the stars. I can see each and every
star, and all the stars are acting as if shooting stars in my
vision.

oh i just cant wait to play the guitar to the rising sun.

The beauty of the narragansett bay. The reflection of the bright
white lights of the bridge on the bay battling with the natural
glow of the moon. the darker yellow lights of newport harbor all
shining at different rates of intensity; sharing the electricty.

I see this scene through the trees, with their buds ready to open.
To gaze at the beauty of civilzation, I had to first go through the
fractal pattern of the trees. It is all one, the beauty of
civilization and the beauty of nature. Civilization however is the
cancer of this earth, so can it remain in balance with the order of
the universe?

it is now 5:15 am. It is a half moon tonight. I can not explain the
beauty of my yard, the cosmos, newport harbor and all its lights
fighting for attention. the images in the trees i can not explain
by words. the stars in the sky were moving as if ufo's. i could not
recognize any constellations because the stars were constantly
moving.

Here now I sit after blazing this fattie

all my "possesions", the things I "own": speakers, guitar, rugs,
computer etc etc

are all one with the art work on the walls either given to me by a
friend or handed down. It is all one."

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[BreakingSet]

Beauty is a great thing to be overwhelmed by.

As I read, the light from your prose cast moving shadows thus:

Civilization looked like a child's large playpen. But this is illusion; it is actually a newer aspect of nature. Wild man and wild woman for reasons ineffable gave birth to a third gender, a newer aspect of the species: the modern domestic.

The domestic grows up within cement walls; he rides elevators up his trees; he fears unbridled passion, throwing it around like a pornographic bomb, inflicting damage to open new fresh flesh places to inject seed, as if rampant spreading will abdicate his constant ghost companion of alienation.

The cancer cell is the little heart of crazy man. Have you ever witnessed an abandoned parking lot? The grass growing in scabby cracks, windblown carpeted verdure. It is a beautiful thing. There is nothing man can do to unsettle the balance.

Inside each crazy heart there is a wiggling larva, a sleeping fool. It smells like hope.