Dexhead
Bluelighter
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- Aug 3, 2006
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Some very potent blotter was in my possession. I did not know it at the time, but yes very potent indeed. Fifteen bucks for one hit? You must be fucking insane I had thought. The money was well worth it.
At around 8:30 PM on a weeknight I popped the tab under my tongue. I let that baby rest there for quite a while till I ate. I felt the onset of the trip in about forty minutes. I was getting a bit nervous considering it took longer than I had thought it should. My body felt very tingly, a very nice feeling I might add. I began laughing hysterically for no apparent reason at all. I sat down on the couch to roll a few cigarettes and watch some television with my dad. I knew I had to make it quick before I started trippin out on him. I noticed the coffee table with my legs rested on it seemed too far away to be possible. Infact the whole room was a lot bigger than it had ever been before. I rolled those ciggs up quick and got the fuck out of there. I went up in my room and talked to some people on AIM.
After a while I felt like my body was in need of something. I smoked a cigarette. No that wasn’t it. The fucking cig felt like air when I inhaled. I smoked four in a row. They felt like I was smoking lights for fuck sake. I thought maybe I needed to rub one out, so I put some porn on and jacked it. NO, that wasn’t it either. What the fuck is wrong with me, maybe I need to take a piss. I walked myself down the hall into the bathroom and drained the dragon. I stood in there for a while. I stared at the mat around the toilet and watched as it melted into the ground. I still searched for relief. There was something I desperately needed to do and could not come up with the solution. I stared at the mirror for a few minutes. I watched as the closet door behind me began swaying back and forth on its own. I witnessed my face wave around. It got all bruised and swollen with a black eye. I had blood dripping out of my eyes and suddenly I was staring at a burnt out 50 year old version of myself in the mirror. I didn’t like this so I stopped and looked at the ceiling. I saw a crack and began digging at it, pulling it apart some. I go wtf; this can’t be real, whatever. I had better things to do. I opened up the door and began to walk out. I heard the fire alarm go off. WARNING, FIRE FIRE, PLESE EVACUATE, FIRE FIRE. Wholly fucking shit, did I start a fire with one of my cigarette butts in my room, or was I just trippin balls at this point? I walked into my room and found it filled with cigarette smoke, but I saw no fire.
I wanted to go downstairs and investigate, but when I looked down the stairs I watched the wood floor melt and shift. I knew this was a bad idea. I stayed in my room in panic. I put some megadeth on and put my headphones on. I tried to relax, since cigarettes were helping none. After a while I was able to stop this annoying shaking that was going through my body. I watched the ceiling spin with colors of purple and green, and the edges of it shift and flow like a stream of water. I turned on my side and watched the walls breathe. This is cool I thought. Megadeth was very intense and put me into a very good mood. The sound of mustaine’s voice was insane, yet relaxing. I took a deep breath, and wholly shit. I watched my room nearly implode with the inhale of my breathe. I exhaled and watched my breath inflate my environment like a balloon. I had heard of such things from others who had taken LSD, and I was very impressed.
I became psychotic after a while. I had massive mindfuck. I was experiencing dual personalities in my head. I had racing thoughts and different thoughts at the same second. I had a case of schizophrenia going on inside my head, but I was aware of it. All of a sudden I heard a voice in my head. It said, “Bobby, do it Bobby, dooooo ittt.” Do what? I thought. The racing thoughts would not stop and I found myself awake at four in the morning worrying about school the next day. The Colbert Report was on comedy central. Stephan’s hand came out of the tv and pointed its finger directly at me. It seemed to be communicating with me. After a while I turned off the tube. But this would not put me to sleep. The lights from my computer and stereo bounced around the room and fucked with my head. The tv had to go back on to keep me company. It was at this point that I realized everything in my room had its own colors to it. The acid affected every object. I found this amazing. Also that I could stare right at them and they would still fuck with me. On dph when I would look directly at a hallucination it would disappointingly disappear. I stared in fascination for a while untill at some point I crashed and woke up with oh a good 2 HOURS OF SLEEP! FUCK YEA SO MUCH SLEEP, YEA. I didn’t care too much. I wasn’t overly exhausted, infact I felt very refreshed and happy. This was unusual because I usually wake up pissed off. It wasn’t until first period in school that I realized I was still a bit fucked. I was paranoid around others, and wanting to be alone. These others in the class were pissing me off. They made far too much noise, and the sound of their voices bothered me inside. I couldn’t let it bother me too much, after all that was a fucking insane trip I went on. I had this ego. I was for some reason better than them. I was so full of myself, that the only person I talked to that day was a fellow acid tripper. I felt as If he and I were better than everyone. They had not experienced an acid trip. What right did they even have to talk at all? They knew nothing about life until they dropped acid. Fuck them. –I can now realize how insane lsd can make you. I’ve had psychotic breaks on dxm, but never experienced voices in my head or dual personalities with such an ego to feel the need for anti social behavior. I was always somewhat anti-social, but never avoided people because I felt I was somehow a better person.
At around 8:30 PM on a weeknight I popped the tab under my tongue. I let that baby rest there for quite a while till I ate. I felt the onset of the trip in about forty minutes. I was getting a bit nervous considering it took longer than I had thought it should. My body felt very tingly, a very nice feeling I might add. I began laughing hysterically for no apparent reason at all. I sat down on the couch to roll a few cigarettes and watch some television with my dad. I knew I had to make it quick before I started trippin out on him. I noticed the coffee table with my legs rested on it seemed too far away to be possible. Infact the whole room was a lot bigger than it had ever been before. I rolled those ciggs up quick and got the fuck out of there. I went up in my room and talked to some people on AIM.
After a while I felt like my body was in need of something. I smoked a cigarette. No that wasn’t it. The fucking cig felt like air when I inhaled. I smoked four in a row. They felt like I was smoking lights for fuck sake. I thought maybe I needed to rub one out, so I put some porn on and jacked it. NO, that wasn’t it either. What the fuck is wrong with me, maybe I need to take a piss. I walked myself down the hall into the bathroom and drained the dragon. I stood in there for a while. I stared at the mat around the toilet and watched as it melted into the ground. I still searched for relief. There was something I desperately needed to do and could not come up with the solution. I stared at the mirror for a few minutes. I watched as the closet door behind me began swaying back and forth on its own. I witnessed my face wave around. It got all bruised and swollen with a black eye. I had blood dripping out of my eyes and suddenly I was staring at a burnt out 50 year old version of myself in the mirror. I didn’t like this so I stopped and looked at the ceiling. I saw a crack and began digging at it, pulling it apart some. I go wtf; this can’t be real, whatever. I had better things to do. I opened up the door and began to walk out. I heard the fire alarm go off. WARNING, FIRE FIRE, PLESE EVACUATE, FIRE FIRE. Wholly fucking shit, did I start a fire with one of my cigarette butts in my room, or was I just trippin balls at this point? I walked into my room and found it filled with cigarette smoke, but I saw no fire.
I wanted to go downstairs and investigate, but when I looked down the stairs I watched the wood floor melt and shift. I knew this was a bad idea. I stayed in my room in panic. I put some megadeth on and put my headphones on. I tried to relax, since cigarettes were helping none. After a while I was able to stop this annoying shaking that was going through my body. I watched the ceiling spin with colors of purple and green, and the edges of it shift and flow like a stream of water. I turned on my side and watched the walls breathe. This is cool I thought. Megadeth was very intense and put me into a very good mood. The sound of mustaine’s voice was insane, yet relaxing. I took a deep breath, and wholly shit. I watched my room nearly implode with the inhale of my breathe. I exhaled and watched my breath inflate my environment like a balloon. I had heard of such things from others who had taken LSD, and I was very impressed.
I became psychotic after a while. I had massive mindfuck. I was experiencing dual personalities in my head. I had racing thoughts and different thoughts at the same second. I had a case of schizophrenia going on inside my head, but I was aware of it. All of a sudden I heard a voice in my head. It said, “Bobby, do it Bobby, dooooo ittt.” Do what? I thought. The racing thoughts would not stop and I found myself awake at four in the morning worrying about school the next day. The Colbert Report was on comedy central. Stephan’s hand came out of the tv and pointed its finger directly at me. It seemed to be communicating with me. After a while I turned off the tube. But this would not put me to sleep. The lights from my computer and stereo bounced around the room and fucked with my head. The tv had to go back on to keep me company. It was at this point that I realized everything in my room had its own colors to it. The acid affected every object. I found this amazing. Also that I could stare right at them and they would still fuck with me. On dph when I would look directly at a hallucination it would disappointingly disappear. I stared in fascination for a while untill at some point I crashed and woke up with oh a good 2 HOURS OF SLEEP! FUCK YEA SO MUCH SLEEP, YEA. I didn’t care too much. I wasn’t overly exhausted, infact I felt very refreshed and happy. This was unusual because I usually wake up pissed off. It wasn’t until first period in school that I realized I was still a bit fucked. I was paranoid around others, and wanting to be alone. These others in the class were pissing me off. They made far too much noise, and the sound of their voices bothered me inside. I couldn’t let it bother me too much, after all that was a fucking insane trip I went on. I had this ego. I was for some reason better than them. I was so full of myself, that the only person I talked to that day was a fellow acid tripper. I felt as If he and I were better than everyone. They had not experienced an acid trip. What right did they even have to talk at all? They knew nothing about life until they dropped acid. Fuck them. –I can now realize how insane lsd can make you. I’ve had psychotic breaks on dxm, but never experienced voices in my head or dual personalities with such an ego to feel the need for anti social behavior. I was always somewhat anti-social, but never avoided people because I felt I was somehow a better person.
