4.5 grams shrooms. 7th trip. The world is a water painting
3 pm - 3 of my friends (Jacob, Dugan, Eric) and I eat 4.5 gram of shrooms each. We are at college. We are in the tallest tower on the campus at 20 floors. I Live on 19. I have a vary large window looking out onto rolling fields, the Interstate cuts through it. There is a large lake, and i can basically see for my miles, it is beautiful. Deep blue sky and a few white clouds complete the picture.None of has nothing to do all day, and no class until 1:30 the next.
3:45. - Take a few bong rips of some funk. Very stoned. My friend eric, who was the first persone i met when i moved to kentucky from philadelphia (i am 19, have been here for 4 years)is laughing hysterically at nothing. The shrooms have not yet started affecting me, but i am very stoned.
4:30 - Have had the bet buddy buzz for the last half an hour. Starting to get insane OEV's. I have just decided shrooms are my favorite drug. I light up a cigarette and watch the smoke drift away from my face and into the fan. It feels like i am at an IMAXX theatre watching a huge ball of celestial dust and gas just drift through space thjen get sucked into a vaccuum or something. It is pretty cool and i am having a shitload of fun. I turn to look over at my friends, and it seems like i am playing a computer game online but have a shitty connection, it just stutters a,long until i stop and focus on the people. My friend eric has a cig hanging from his lip, and i just keep seeing his jaw dropping a foot or two. The same thing always happens we are tripping together. His face always looks like it is getting really long, first it bothered me, but now it just makes me laugh. I get up to change the CD from Alkaline trio to something with a little more substance. I choose Dispatch. If you guys have never heard of them, you need to buy a cd or something. They have a very earthy sound, and i as i decide to put them on, i think it would be best for me to concentrate on looking out my window at the scenery. I sit down on the couch and get comfortable and concentrate on the clouds. As soon as i sit down, everything seems like it has turned into hand drawn art, with no emphasis on shading or anything. Whatever color something is supposed to be, it is. The sky is blue, butr only one shade of blue, the clouds are white but only one shade of pure white, they have very distinct edges. The grass is green all over and the few buildings are red, black roads and thats it. I continue staring, and find that if i blink my eyes and open them, whatever i am looking at seems to be a drawing in the process of being worked on. I can see the edges being drawn and the color being colored in, but what is this? The "artist" is now shading and making evrything look more real. I blink my eyes again and focus on the lake. i see him draw the banks, and now he ios coloring it blue, he doesnt stop there he is now drawing the ripples in the water and the reflection of the sun. It is magnificent. it is ppurple and red and pink and orange, and so defined. The most pure colors i have seen. They truly are breathtaking.
I look at my watch but cant read it so i check out the microwave. It is 7:30. I just painted the world for 3 hours. My friend have been intently concentrating on a large Hendrix poster io have in my room. There is smoke billowing up from beneath him. My friend Jacob, who has a large fro, he is white, and is probably the goofiest, but cool kid in the world issitting straight up, hands on knees just in his own world. My roomate, dugan is busy blowing the most awesome smoke rings from a black. They are thick and swirly and distinct. I concnetrate on the poster for a while and have a very fun time looking at the smoke. I don't know about you guys but for some reason whenever i trip the most common thing i see are faces, i can see them in smoke, i can see them in the grain of wood on the door or something. I see them in the pattern on hendrix's shirt. It is fun, but i have to pee. It is 8:30
I walk down the ahll into my bathroom, it seems like it takes forever, but it is only like 20 feet. The hallway is pulsating like it is alive, but it is comfortable, theya re very nice dorms, carpeted, janitors cleaning every morning. I walk into ther bathroom and the little tiles on the floor just start jumping every which way and i am deeply amused. Ahh it feels so good to pee. I stop to look in the mirror, but it is foggy from someone taking a hot shower. I put my finger on the mirror and start tracing patterns in the mirror. It feels so good, it is hard to explain but it makes me feel like i am truly alive. There is a greta staisfaction in doing that, like i have power over something, even if it is just fog. i feel like i am not controlling my arm at all, like it knows where it is supposed to go, and i am just hear to proivde support for it. It starts to make think about what i am hear for. Maybe my presence hear isnt real. Maybe my can't control everything, it has just been tricked into thinking it can. whatever the answer may be i don't care.
I am back in my room. A frine dnamed Jamie has joined us, she is not tripping, but when my roomatr and I go out, she is always there. She is a beautiful girl, and a fun person to hang out with, but she has one drawback. she has this ungodly squeaky voice, and i just can't handle it when i am tripping. I go and sit at my computer and try to drown her out with music. It is 10:30 when she leaves. I am starting to come down now, so we pack up a bowl and smoke it and it makes me feel great. I love smoking weed! We sit there and talk for a while about what we experienced, and people said that i was tracing my hand over the landscape earlier in the day. I didnt even realize that i was doing it. I didn't really understand what i was supposed tro learn from this trip. it was fun as hell though, probably one of the most engaging trips i have had.
Oh and by the way, this is only my second post, nice to meet you guys. Cant wait go get settled in.
3 pm - 3 of my friends (Jacob, Dugan, Eric) and I eat 4.5 gram of shrooms each. We are at college. We are in the tallest tower on the campus at 20 floors. I Live on 19. I have a vary large window looking out onto rolling fields, the Interstate cuts through it. There is a large lake, and i can basically see for my miles, it is beautiful. Deep blue sky and a few white clouds complete the picture.None of has nothing to do all day, and no class until 1:30 the next.
3:45. - Take a few bong rips of some funk. Very stoned. My friend eric, who was the first persone i met when i moved to kentucky from philadelphia (i am 19, have been here for 4 years)is laughing hysterically at nothing. The shrooms have not yet started affecting me, but i am very stoned.
4:30 - Have had the bet buddy buzz for the last half an hour. Starting to get insane OEV's. I have just decided shrooms are my favorite drug. I light up a cigarette and watch the smoke drift away from my face and into the fan. It feels like i am at an IMAXX theatre watching a huge ball of celestial dust and gas just drift through space thjen get sucked into a vaccuum or something. It is pretty cool and i am having a shitload of fun. I turn to look over at my friends, and it seems like i am playing a computer game online but have a shitty connection, it just stutters a,long until i stop and focus on the people. My friend eric has a cig hanging from his lip, and i just keep seeing his jaw dropping a foot or two. The same thing always happens we are tripping together. His face always looks like it is getting really long, first it bothered me, but now it just makes me laugh. I get up to change the CD from Alkaline trio to something with a little more substance. I choose Dispatch. If you guys have never heard of them, you need to buy a cd or something. They have a very earthy sound, and i as i decide to put them on, i think it would be best for me to concentrate on looking out my window at the scenery. I sit down on the couch and get comfortable and concentrate on the clouds. As soon as i sit down, everything seems like it has turned into hand drawn art, with no emphasis on shading or anything. Whatever color something is supposed to be, it is. The sky is blue, butr only one shade of blue, the clouds are white but only one shade of pure white, they have very distinct edges. The grass is green all over and the few buildings are red, black roads and thats it. I continue staring, and find that if i blink my eyes and open them, whatever i am looking at seems to be a drawing in the process of being worked on. I can see the edges being drawn and the color being colored in, but what is this? The "artist" is now shading and making evrything look more real. I blink my eyes again and focus on the lake. i see him draw the banks, and now he ios coloring it blue, he doesnt stop there he is now drawing the ripples in the water and the reflection of the sun. It is magnificent. it is ppurple and red and pink and orange, and so defined. The most pure colors i have seen. They truly are breathtaking.
I look at my watch but cant read it so i check out the microwave. It is 7:30. I just painted the world for 3 hours. My friend have been intently concentrating on a large Hendrix poster io have in my room. There is smoke billowing up from beneath him. My friend Jacob, who has a large fro, he is white, and is probably the goofiest, but cool kid in the world issitting straight up, hands on knees just in his own world. My roomate, dugan is busy blowing the most awesome smoke rings from a black. They are thick and swirly and distinct. I concnetrate on the poster for a while and have a very fun time looking at the smoke. I don't know about you guys but for some reason whenever i trip the most common thing i see are faces, i can see them in smoke, i can see them in the grain of wood on the door or something. I see them in the pattern on hendrix's shirt. It is fun, but i have to pee. It is 8:30
I walk down the ahll into my bathroom, it seems like it takes forever, but it is only like 20 feet. The hallway is pulsating like it is alive, but it is comfortable, theya re very nice dorms, carpeted, janitors cleaning every morning. I walk into ther bathroom and the little tiles on the floor just start jumping every which way and i am deeply amused. Ahh it feels so good to pee. I stop to look in the mirror, but it is foggy from someone taking a hot shower. I put my finger on the mirror and start tracing patterns in the mirror. It feels so good, it is hard to explain but it makes me feel like i am truly alive. There is a greta staisfaction in doing that, like i have power over something, even if it is just fog. i feel like i am not controlling my arm at all, like it knows where it is supposed to go, and i am just hear to proivde support for it. It starts to make think about what i am hear for. Maybe my presence hear isnt real. Maybe my can't control everything, it has just been tricked into thinking it can. whatever the answer may be i don't care.
I am back in my room. A frine dnamed Jamie has joined us, she is not tripping, but when my roomatr and I go out, she is always there. She is a beautiful girl, and a fun person to hang out with, but she has one drawback. she has this ungodly squeaky voice, and i just can't handle it when i am tripping. I go and sit at my computer and try to drown her out with music. It is 10:30 when she leaves. I am starting to come down now, so we pack up a bowl and smoke it and it makes me feel great. I love smoking weed! We sit there and talk for a while about what we experienced, and people said that i was tracing my hand over the landscape earlier in the day. I didnt even realize that i was doing it. I didn't really understand what i was supposed tro learn from this trip. it was fun as hell though, probably one of the most engaging trips i have had.
Oh and by the way, this is only my second post, nice to meet you guys. Cant wait go get settled in.
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