PhoebeStar
Bluelighter
5 of us in a room. huddled around the phone.. waiting for the call from my bastard dealer. the :mind of the addict: is truly insane.. (I asked myself later on, "was I ON drugs BEFORE I started taking drugs or what??") 1 delishhe vial. and 50 free blots of amazing high-powered blotter. Marcia, Kimiya, Roening, John and myself. in a room.
Everyone ELSE not me began doing some lines of coke, as I dosed out liquid on everyones palms. For Kimiya, this was her first time. everyone else, ranging from 2-3 (I must have had 4 by the time I stopped licking the stray drops from the vial heheh) it all started with general disorientation.. warped hallways. tile work "going off" across my entire field of vision. we all gathered on the carpet in my wild trippy blacklight room.. a delicious PVD disk playing. everyone going OFF. massive confusion.
We had a hundred conversations going around at a single moment. kimiya, holding a white umbrella. the breeze from my window sweeping through the room. everyone resembling something out of Van Gogh- radiating lines- of movement and light- around every finger tip, silhouette and body. the trip weasel comes out. madness pursues.
The fact that we could live in my one room forever came up. how there is nothing else anyone of us needed then to be there, forever. in this state of the insane and wild. "all you need is a ROOM." because- last night- my room was not one, but FIVE universes combined. all you really need is a room.
Everyone sitting around soooo close but not touching, for touching would be too intense. the question of being out of our minds comes up. how our bodies are pools of life and how we are literally sitting there as LIQUID (written on my wall when I woke up this morning: KIMIYA IS LIQUID, LOL) with our minds swimming through one anothers. all this methaphorical crap, yes. sorry guys.
But then a separation- and an appreciation- of our bodies. realizing (and I almost am sure now) that there definitely is something out of body.. something of a "soul" or what have you. and how the bodies we are in only last so long (and we should be most caring).. but this amazing force within every one of us is truly its own entity. and I have a new peace to me. I almost have a new certainty of who I am- and what the fuck this is all about. (more to come, in future writings?)
I get the feeling that my mind is made up of pixie stix. like an easter basket of sweetart material all chalky and sweet. weaved together. and last night, guys.. i popped a few pixie stix.
I miss my mom! <-- a side note, from this trip. god i miss home so much. i havent been home since winter break. i have a sudden urge to send her money. time to go home.. and see my dogs..
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Everyone ELSE not me began doing some lines of coke, as I dosed out liquid on everyones palms. For Kimiya, this was her first time. everyone else, ranging from 2-3 (I must have had 4 by the time I stopped licking the stray drops from the vial heheh) it all started with general disorientation.. warped hallways. tile work "going off" across my entire field of vision. we all gathered on the carpet in my wild trippy blacklight room.. a delicious PVD disk playing. everyone going OFF. massive confusion.
We had a hundred conversations going around at a single moment. kimiya, holding a white umbrella. the breeze from my window sweeping through the room. everyone resembling something out of Van Gogh- radiating lines- of movement and light- around every finger tip, silhouette and body. the trip weasel comes out. madness pursues.
The fact that we could live in my one room forever came up. how there is nothing else anyone of us needed then to be there, forever. in this state of the insane and wild. "all you need is a ROOM." because- last night- my room was not one, but FIVE universes combined. all you really need is a room.
Everyone sitting around soooo close but not touching, for touching would be too intense. the question of being out of our minds comes up. how our bodies are pools of life and how we are literally sitting there as LIQUID (written on my wall when I woke up this morning: KIMIYA IS LIQUID, LOL) with our minds swimming through one anothers. all this methaphorical crap, yes. sorry guys.
But then a separation- and an appreciation- of our bodies. realizing (and I almost am sure now) that there definitely is something out of body.. something of a "soul" or what have you. and how the bodies we are in only last so long (and we should be most caring).. but this amazing force within every one of us is truly its own entity. and I have a new peace to me. I almost have a new certainty of who I am- and what the fuck this is all about. (more to come, in future writings?)
I get the feeling that my mind is made up of pixie stix. like an easter basket of sweetart material all chalky and sweet. weaved together. and last night, guys.. i popped a few pixie stix.
I miss my mom! <-- a side note, from this trip. god i miss home so much. i havent been home since winter break. i have a sudden urge to send her money. time to go home.. and see my dogs..
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