Most of these are me and friends of mine smoking some A1 weed (mild hallucinations off a gram between 3 of us

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While hotboxing C's room
R-Man, you know how in the mines they used to have those canaries? and if they died and shit you knew you had to get out of the mine.
Me-Yeah
R-There'd be a lot of dead canaries in here right now.
Preparing bottle tokes of the crystal we scraped out of our coffee grinder we used to bust up the pot
R (different R)-Holy shit that's a sharp fishing knife.
C-Thousands of fish have died to that blade
R holds the knife briefly up to his ear. - Yeah man, I can hear the screams.
3 hits of E, dropped 2 earlier on and railed another halfway through the peak, all i could say for close to an hour was "Oh my god" with "this is amazing" thrown in every now and then
Later on the same night after I was able to gather myself a little more
"You know those spiritual experiences you read about on bluelight and erowid all the time? I just had one a million times better, but i'm too fucked up to remember what happened!"
Outside smoking a huge joint
A-This joint tastes grey
D-How the fuck can a color have a taste, you're only stoned
A-no no, it tastes grey
For the rest of the night A was mixing his senses, we played Soul Caliber 2 for a couple hours after and he was constantly saying he tasted the move, or heard the victory, as well as tasting white, orange and black lights.
Sober (Maybe, i can't remember?)
S-I hear Natasha ?????? (that girl on the discovery channel)
Me-I hear you hearing her.
S-You know there's not a word for hearing something, like seeing is a sight, feeling is a touch and stuff like that.
Me-You know what, you're right...
S-Smidgeknit
Me-What the fuck?
S-Yeah man, that's what we'll call it.
Me-Alright, so i heard your smidgeknit.
S-You can't hear a smidgeknit!
And there's many more where they came from, Cape Breton is full of fucked up people
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