Edvard Munch
Bluelighter
Mild DXM Trip-Experienced--"Dear Jolie, Seretonin makes you say 'fuck'" A Love Letter
"And every day I keep on growing and my love for you I keep on saying, I know your love for me will keep on weighing." - Charles Manson, Walking Through Forever
Not so much I do intend to figure out the world on DXM, but rather a mild trip that night oughta be nice to put thing's in perspective.
18 year's old
Male
6'3" 174 lbs.
Experiance: Multiple DXM trip's and other assorted substances
Substance amount: 8 oz. extra strength (15 milligram's per serving) bottle
After I drank the trip began sooner then I expected, maybe because of an empty stomach. (No Everlasting Gobstopper's for me that night) Nausea comes next, not suprisingly, and I lay my head down to steady my reverse peristaltic self.
Time slow's
The floaty feeling of my leg's grow's
My thought's flow
Soon, I realize I wasn't human before, but my human now show's
During the peak of the trip I thought to my self: "I wonder what reality is like for other people. The people on the TV are human being's, something I didn't think they were before. Reality is just some circus of other people's mask."
Lot's of itching and one time where I hallucinated a mosquito bite on my arm and I frantically scratched it. Body go's numb and reality takes on a very materialistic shallow of it's former self and I represent the only person in whom know's the how mechanical we are.
I figured I oughtta write a letter to my girl friend in an intoxicated state so I can show her the 'human in me.' The letter to my girl friend is as follow's...
"Dear Jolie,
Seretonin makes you say 'fuck'. I'm on drug's right now. I do realize that you are mine mine mine mine mine mine. Yup. I'm lookin' at your picture and fuckin' beautiful. Why am I writing this? What? Fuck, I love you. I can't read. I don't want -- don't think this is a real letter because I'm fucked. Your boy friend's act like me when I --- Grrr!!! Praise the lord!!!!! I wrote a letter. Ha!
2nd page
"Jolie...
I'm an idiot
I must get sober
I love you
You are mine
(It's wearing off!) What? Where did my pen cap go? Wee! Oh, lord. I love You. Let me try to write. Normally. Fuck, I love you. I found my pen cap!"
3rd page
Okay, so let me say this. I am a normal person. The men in whom sent you letter's were sober. I am not sober as I write this. Should I send you this? I am not sober. I want to write to you. Fuck, I love you. Fuck, I do. I write drunk now like your former boy friend's write sober. There will be an exclamation. Huh?
- Your everlasting love, Mark"
Isn't it nice to know DXM help's in the process of getting your feeling's out? Praise my syrupy yucky tasting goodness!
Can I get an "Amen"?
[Added experience level to subject title -Splatt]
[ 28 October 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
"And every day I keep on growing and my love for you I keep on saying, I know your love for me will keep on weighing." - Charles Manson, Walking Through Forever
Not so much I do intend to figure out the world on DXM, but rather a mild trip that night oughta be nice to put thing's in perspective.
18 year's old
Male
6'3" 174 lbs.
Experiance: Multiple DXM trip's and other assorted substances
Substance amount: 8 oz. extra strength (15 milligram's per serving) bottle
After I drank the trip began sooner then I expected, maybe because of an empty stomach. (No Everlasting Gobstopper's for me that night) Nausea comes next, not suprisingly, and I lay my head down to steady my reverse peristaltic self.
Time slow's
The floaty feeling of my leg's grow's
My thought's flow
Soon, I realize I wasn't human before, but my human now show's
During the peak of the trip I thought to my self: "I wonder what reality is like for other people. The people on the TV are human being's, something I didn't think they were before. Reality is just some circus of other people's mask."
Lot's of itching and one time where I hallucinated a mosquito bite on my arm and I frantically scratched it. Body go's numb and reality takes on a very materialistic shallow of it's former self and I represent the only person in whom know's the how mechanical we are.
I figured I oughtta write a letter to my girl friend in an intoxicated state so I can show her the 'human in me.' The letter to my girl friend is as follow's...
"Dear Jolie,
Seretonin makes you say 'fuck'. I'm on drug's right now. I do realize that you are mine mine mine mine mine mine. Yup. I'm lookin' at your picture and fuckin' beautiful. Why am I writing this? What? Fuck, I love you. I can't read. I don't want -- don't think this is a real letter because I'm fucked. Your boy friend's act like me when I --- Grrr!!! Praise the lord!!!!! I wrote a letter. Ha!
2nd page
"Jolie...
I'm an idiot
I must get sober
I love you
You are mine
(It's wearing off!) What? Where did my pen cap go? Wee! Oh, lord. I love You. Let me try to write. Normally. Fuck, I love you. I found my pen cap!"
3rd page
Okay, so let me say this. I am a normal person. The men in whom sent you letter's were sober. I am not sober as I write this. Should I send you this? I am not sober. I want to write to you. Fuck, I love you. Fuck, I do. I write drunk now like your former boy friend's write sober. There will be an exclamation. Huh?
- Your everlasting love, Mark"
Isn't it nice to know DXM help's in the process of getting your feeling's out? Praise my syrupy yucky tasting goodness!
Can I get an "Amen"?
[Added experience level to subject title -Splatt]
[ 28 October 2002: Message edited by: Splatt ]
