Candyflipped out!
It all began going to an Ekoostik Hookah concert in Columbus; I went there thinking I'd slang some speed to some hippies(wrong thing to think going to a hippie concert) on the way to the concert I chewed up three Blue Monkeys, once I entered I felt the roll kiccin' in(not to mention the eight dayz of sleep deprivation I had prior to the concert). Thirty minuted into the concert I met some hippies selling some doses(Pink Elephants and Dancing Condoms). They were selling them 60 bills for a ten strip. I immediately bought a stripped and ate two Dancing Condoms off the rip; then sold the rest to my dudes. Went bacc and bought four more for myself. Felt great throughout the concert; watching hippies 'float' through the air with their swift movements. Thirty minutes before the concert ending, the first rushes of the acid frenzy began, but not until we exited the doorway into the hallway did I get the pale coloring of everything. Then trails off every single little movement! I'd begin a little C-Walk on and I would see and notice myself jump through time, in and out of the past, present, and atleast a 15 second delay of the future! Came home to find my door of my apartment to be jammed closed with my recliner. My own voice I heard(or what I thought was my voice) say, "People are break-dancing!" Then I said aloud, "Who fuccing said that?!" I had to pry open my apartment door to find people I don't fuccing know break-dancing in my living room... on carpet. I screamed, "What the flying fiddle fucc is going the fucc on!?" My roommate came from the bacc room, "Holmes! What's up?" I replied, "D. Rugs...... what the who fucc are these people!?" Damien(D. Rugs is what I call him) said, "Oh just some friends of mine." "Why the hell are moving my shit around to bbreak-dance" God damn tweakers just being their manic selves, wanting to have something to do - having no respect for other people like always. "Oh, they said they wanted to bbreak-danceso I said they could in the llivingroom" Damien said calmly.
I then sat down in the dining area, slumped down, dripping of sweat, to watch these fools do stupid shit they call 'break-dancing'. I was shocked and appalled of my vision of seeing these people fucc themselves up with rugburn. Throughout the night they'd get my attention to show me a card tricc. I would just stare at them with the homicidal look in my eye.
The whole time I was candyflipping, I was plotting how I would fuccing tear everyone's mouth and face off so I went in my room and layed down to listen to Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd - I love Floyd's soothing lyrics and genius sound. When in my room, my roommate SuperDave would pop in and out fuccing with Wardy and my head... we would tell him to leave and he'd come in and flip the light on. We would scream at him, "Turn the fuccing light off!" After hearing that, he'd leave bolt out the room into the next without turning the light off. Then come bacc and say he forgot to turn the light off after we would already done did, and he would turn it bacc on(thinking he was turning it off!) Still planing to fuccing beat the living shit out everyone not living there and make a pile infront of my next door neighbor's door. But then I blacced out and woke up four hours later still tripping my ballz off - trying to put together last night and every possession of mine, scattered throughout the apartment.
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All in all I had a fuccing candyflippin' of a time! Now I learned you have to 'let it go' and not fight it - I can now control and enjoy my trip.
It all began going to an Ekoostik Hookah concert in Columbus; I went there thinking I'd slang some speed to some hippies(wrong thing to think going to a hippie concert) on the way to the concert I chewed up three Blue Monkeys, once I entered I felt the roll kiccin' in(not to mention the eight dayz of sleep deprivation I had prior to the concert). Thirty minuted into the concert I met some hippies selling some doses(Pink Elephants and Dancing Condoms). They were selling them 60 bills for a ten strip. I immediately bought a stripped and ate two Dancing Condoms off the rip; then sold the rest to my dudes. Went bacc and bought four more for myself. Felt great throughout the concert; watching hippies 'float' through the air with their swift movements. Thirty minutes before the concert ending, the first rushes of the acid frenzy began, but not until we exited the doorway into the hallway did I get the pale coloring of everything. Then trails off every single little movement! I'd begin a little C-Walk on and I would see and notice myself jump through time, in and out of the past, present, and atleast a 15 second delay of the future! Came home to find my door of my apartment to be jammed closed with my recliner. My own voice I heard(or what I thought was my voice) say, "People are break-dancing!" Then I said aloud, "Who fuccing said that?!" I had to pry open my apartment door to find people I don't fuccing know break-dancing in my living room... on carpet. I screamed, "What the flying fiddle fucc is going the fucc on!?" My roommate came from the bacc room, "Holmes! What's up?" I replied, "D. Rugs...... what the who fucc are these people!?" Damien(D. Rugs is what I call him) said, "Oh just some friends of mine." "Why the hell are moving my shit around to bbreak-dance" God damn tweakers just being their manic selves, wanting to have something to do - having no respect for other people like always. "Oh, they said they wanted to bbreak-danceso I said they could in the llivingroom" Damien said calmly.
I then sat down in the dining area, slumped down, dripping of sweat, to watch these fools do stupid shit they call 'break-dancing'. I was shocked and appalled of my vision of seeing these people fucc themselves up with rugburn. Throughout the night they'd get my attention to show me a card tricc. I would just stare at them with the homicidal look in my eye.
The whole time I was candyflipping, I was plotting how I would fuccing tear everyone's mouth and face off so I went in my room and layed down to listen to Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd - I love Floyd's soothing lyrics and genius sound. When in my room, my roommate SuperDave would pop in and out fuccing with Wardy and my head... we would tell him to leave and he'd come in and flip the light on. We would scream at him, "Turn the fuccing light off!" After hearing that, he'd leave bolt out the room into the next without turning the light off. Then come bacc and say he forgot to turn the light off after we would already done did, and he would turn it bacc on(thinking he was turning it off!) Still planing to fuccing beat the living shit out everyone not living there and make a pile infront of my next door neighbor's door. But then I blacced out and woke up four hours later still tripping my ballz off - trying to put together last night and every possession of mine, scattered throughout the apartment.
8( All in all I had a fuccing candyflippin' of a time! Now I learned you have to 'let it go' and not fight it - I can now control and enjoy my trip.
