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different accents via internal monologue

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Ralf_4

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hi, not beeen on here for a while but tbh was wondering does anyone else find during their trips the internal monologue kinda switches to different accents while tripping? i mean im at the tail end of some mushrooms right now and ive been through jamaican, latina, american a lot of the time, even one part fluent french!! anyone else has experiences like this?? btw im a yorkshire brit so this is kinda alien to me! not my first trip btw just interested if anyone alse has this??
 
I've been through different accent's internally.. I've thought of something and heard it as a completley different accent, but what's more strange in my experience is if im tripping and drinking, i seem to speak with a German/Russian accent.

It could be to do with my fascination with that particular language, but it's pretty funny at the same time.
 
Mr_Fluffykins said:
if its a heavy enough trip its transcends language, its like 100000 voices speaking at the same time
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While I was tripping pretty heavily on mescaline and good L on the 4th I was watching the boondocks. Even though I had seen the show many times before, this time I was under the impression that the characters' voices were some sort of digital amalgam of hundreds if not thousands of different reactions and lines that were spliced together. It was like hearing the spectrum of potential responses to the situation simultaneously. Yet, somehow I understood them perfectly.

Then I totally lost my shit and thought the world as I knew it had come to an end and I had awoken to my true nature as an infinite being self-designed for nothing other than eternal bliss.

Then I yelled at some dude on the street and pulled out my dick and started pissing on the curb.

Then the essential creative force decided to teach me of the infinite patterns and potential manifestations of my DNA.

Then I was being prepared for an intergalactic mission to meet up with some dude named Faher to begin participating in the spice trade. But my spaceship was broken and it slowly dawned on me I was marooned on some planet called Earth and I was in a graveyard.
 
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