xanax is tasty
Greenlighter
[i decided to do DXM and see how it affected my ability to write. i ate 300mg in those robitussin cough gels. i've done way over 300mg before but my tolerance has been nonexistent because i dont usually like to do DXM. anyways, here's some kinda funny shit i observed while on that shit.]
Writing is seemingly difficult. It can be achieved. The Beatles' Hey Jude is playing. My overall vocabulary is not affected, although my typing feels mechanical and almost reptilian. Forced laughter seems to be good laughter. Take that under any inclination you prefer.
Words feel mechanical. I have to use the dictionary to reinforce my position on how certain words can be used.
The TV is playing in the background. It is hard to achieve a single aspect of what i am actually doing. I type cautiously, and yet i realize that i make more mistakes when i try to focus in on what i am actually doing.
It is approximatly 2am here in Houston, Texas. My mind feels like it's about to run out of gas. That is, my physical functions are ceasing to exist. I know that they will continue but the way they are receiving information would lead anyone to think that this is a last-ditch effort to spew some type of cognitive thinking down on type before an untimely end.
Before the mirror i appear as a sober human being but in my mind i am all warped and twisted, reminiscent of a wicker chair. This analogy reminds me of that horror movie with “wicker” in the title. I think it is “The Wicker Man”.
Research indicates that the film was indeed titled “The Wicker Man”. It is directed by Robin Hardy and The Internet Movie Database lists the plot summary as follows:
“Sgt. Howie travels to Summerisle to investigate the disappearance of a young girl. He discovers that the locals are weird and unhelpful... “
I found that the website felt weird and unhelpful.
Circa 2hrs. Later--- I am back at the computer. My cable provider probed my interests with a movie i have only had the pleasure of viewing once before in my lifetime. When i clicked over to the corresponding channel i found that instead of the movie i thought was going to be playing, an alternate movie was playing. What a delightful misfortune. Karma's a bitch in the smallest ways. Imprint that last sentence into your mind because it speaks more truth than any drugged up rambling will ever tell you.
Re-playing 'Hey Jude' has diminished my desire for the previous movie...to view it. I sat here and wondered if i should have just edited that last sentence to incorporate my message in full. I decided that the “Public” likes trip reports to be raw, so the lack of editing will suffice.
*note...just looked up “suffice”. “suffice” fits the requirments.
Music is gone now. I think better with the music off but the background noise becomes more apparent. I like it better with the music on, besides it stimulates the creative processes more. I play 'God Only Knows' by The Beach Boys. Quiet relaxing.
Note – just had a mental incompatency with the word “Quiet”. I questioned its meaning for ***** some time.
Note – the previous Note was not made by the author to incorporate humorous themes. It actually happened.
Music has ceased to exist once again. I turn on some more of The Beach Boys. Most notably, tunes from the album Pet Sounds.
Bad acting and bad cinematography have become ***** apparent [note: due to my mental incompetence i will bleep out the word “quiet”, as i am in a mental dillema as to how it is actually used in writing...oh god someone correct me]. It becomes so apparent that i can't watch B movies without wanting to get higher on the Dextromethorphan Hydrobromide Monohydrate (my Texas Drug Offender Education Program teacher emphasized that if you “cant spell it, don't use it”). God, i hope i spelled this drug correctly.
I start to seriously ponder if other humans will take this as a serious trip report or a joke. I decide to make a mission statement.....actually just a normal statement.
This trip report, even this normal statement, are being written by me on a 300mg dose of DXM with hardly any tolerance. This report is somewhat of a journal of my thoughts while on this substance. Everything i type is spontaneous(sp?). The reader should note that while i've been typing i've also been editing, or “self-correcting” myself at all times. The editing is done under the influence of DXM so i feel that it only adds to the rawness of a definitive trip report.
I was about to exclaim that i felt creative writing on DXM felt invigorating but the word “invigorating” reminded me of a sports drink, like Gatorade.
Writing is seemingly difficult. It can be achieved. The Beatles' Hey Jude is playing. My overall vocabulary is not affected, although my typing feels mechanical and almost reptilian. Forced laughter seems to be good laughter. Take that under any inclination you prefer.
Words feel mechanical. I have to use the dictionary to reinforce my position on how certain words can be used.
The TV is playing in the background. It is hard to achieve a single aspect of what i am actually doing. I type cautiously, and yet i realize that i make more mistakes when i try to focus in on what i am actually doing.
It is approximatly 2am here in Houston, Texas. My mind feels like it's about to run out of gas. That is, my physical functions are ceasing to exist. I know that they will continue but the way they are receiving information would lead anyone to think that this is a last-ditch effort to spew some type of cognitive thinking down on type before an untimely end.
Before the mirror i appear as a sober human being but in my mind i am all warped and twisted, reminiscent of a wicker chair. This analogy reminds me of that horror movie with “wicker” in the title. I think it is “The Wicker Man”.
Research indicates that the film was indeed titled “The Wicker Man”. It is directed by Robin Hardy and The Internet Movie Database lists the plot summary as follows:
“Sgt. Howie travels to Summerisle to investigate the disappearance of a young girl. He discovers that the locals are weird and unhelpful... “
I found that the website felt weird and unhelpful.
Circa 2hrs. Later--- I am back at the computer. My cable provider probed my interests with a movie i have only had the pleasure of viewing once before in my lifetime. When i clicked over to the corresponding channel i found that instead of the movie i thought was going to be playing, an alternate movie was playing. What a delightful misfortune. Karma's a bitch in the smallest ways. Imprint that last sentence into your mind because it speaks more truth than any drugged up rambling will ever tell you.
Re-playing 'Hey Jude' has diminished my desire for the previous movie...to view it. I sat here and wondered if i should have just edited that last sentence to incorporate my message in full. I decided that the “Public” likes trip reports to be raw, so the lack of editing will suffice.
*note...just looked up “suffice”. “suffice” fits the requirments.
Music is gone now. I think better with the music off but the background noise becomes more apparent. I like it better with the music on, besides it stimulates the creative processes more. I play 'God Only Knows' by The Beach Boys. Quiet relaxing.
Note – just had a mental incompatency with the word “Quiet”. I questioned its meaning for ***** some time.
Note – the previous Note was not made by the author to incorporate humorous themes. It actually happened.
Music has ceased to exist once again. I turn on some more of The Beach Boys. Most notably, tunes from the album Pet Sounds.
Bad acting and bad cinematography have become ***** apparent [note: due to my mental incompetence i will bleep out the word “quiet”, as i am in a mental dillema as to how it is actually used in writing...oh god someone correct me]. It becomes so apparent that i can't watch B movies without wanting to get higher on the Dextromethorphan Hydrobromide Monohydrate (my Texas Drug Offender Education Program teacher emphasized that if you “cant spell it, don't use it”). God, i hope i spelled this drug correctly.
I start to seriously ponder if other humans will take this as a serious trip report or a joke. I decide to make a mission statement.....actually just a normal statement.
This trip report, even this normal statement, are being written by me on a 300mg dose of DXM with hardly any tolerance. This report is somewhat of a journal of my thoughts while on this substance. Everything i type is spontaneous(sp?). The reader should note that while i've been typing i've also been editing, or “self-correcting” myself at all times. The editing is done under the influence of DXM so i feel that it only adds to the rawness of a definitive trip report.
I was about to exclaim that i felt creative writing on DXM felt invigorating but the word “invigorating” reminded me of a sports drink, like Gatorade.
