Tad R Fitzsimmions
Bluelighter
4 grams mushrooms. semi-experinced. weeee! i'm alone
The day started out horrible. I got in a fight with my girlfriend who is out of state. I was sick. Throwing-up-sick. I was in an overall bad mindset. My brother called and asked if I’d like any shrooms. I told him I buy 4 grams if he could get it for me for 30 bucks. He said ok then I’ll be there in an hour. I had the house all to myself. The got there it looked small but weighted right. They were grey-ish. Long stems and flat wavy caps. There were specks of dirt and shake in the bag. A zip-lock bag with the zip ripped off of it. I went downstairs and took a few pictures of the mushrooms after mikey and stevie left .
I decided I should wait. Vast and try and get in a better mindset and wait for my parents to get home. I’d wait till no one would call and no one wouldn’t bother me. I set around the rest of the day drink green tea and looking at the dishes that need done. My bad mood at diminished and pre-trip anxiety had set in. 1 10mg valium helped. I was going to dose at around 10 but time and circumstances weren’t permitting. I got home form the store around 10:30. I grabbed 3 cans of mountain dew. And headed to the bathroom I sat down on the toilet, lid down.
With the mushrooms. And laid them out on the mirror and I didn’t even bother opening a can of mountain dew before I starting gnawing on the rancid burnt cardboard taste of the shrooms. One small stem, gone. The medium cap and stem, gone. The big cap and half the stem, gone. My tongue naturally avoided the taste and texture of them. I eat the other half of the stem to the big cap. And a clump of dirt of shake pops in my mouth flooding it with the taste of dirt or mud. I gag and take a swig of mountain dew.
The last small stem and cap go in and I chew and chew in till it’s in small enough pieces to go down. I chugged a can of mountain dew. I got them all down with just a can and a half of mountain dew. Pretty good in retrospect. I started eating them at 11 I was done at 11:03. Four grams of shrooms down the hatch a-le-fear-factor style.
I left the bathroom went and set at my computer and figure posting on bluelight would past the time. I went to other drugs read a thread about hydromorphone and some kid wanting to put it in his A’. I log on to aim and chat with Courtney for a few minutes when my mom calls to say goodnight. By the end of the conversation I can’t help but giggle at everything. She probably thought I was losing my mind. I wouldn’t hang up the phone I told her you hand up. Sounding like a child. Covering my mouth trying to conceal my laughter.
He giggled awkwardly and hung up. My give friend called to say good night and that she loved me. And I couldn’t say it back because I was laughing to hard. I told her I was going to watch this episode of futurama and go to sleep so she’d let me go. The TV. wasn’t on at this point. I hung up and put my phone on vibe. And threw it on my bed. I hands started to feel heavy and looking at the computer screen became slightly disorienting.
The mouse trial last longer and longer then my typing fingers started to get tracers and the screens seemed as if it was vibrating. I couldn’t take interacting with the computer anymore so I put real one and set the visualizations to nebula. It matched with the cd playing on the stereo I set in the chair in awe. My slack jaw. The room began to look like the visualizations.
The wall, pink specks of light turning pink then blue then a line whipped thru and caught my attention. A spirderweb turned and shifted and got big and multiplied and a kaleidoscope view took over my vision. My walls look as if it had a translucent layer over then moving a clear copy was being slid over it turned and moved. They began to breathe coming towards me and back. Akin to waves. Beautiful to say the least I turn to go check my pupils after an hour of so of staring at my wall and listening to modest mouse.
My stained carpet vibrated and breathed and the stains got bigger and disappeared turning and shifting still. It was almost difficult to walk on them while looking at it. I bumped into the wall leading to my bathroom. My pupils were huge. And green. My eyes are blue. I wish I could’ve captured this on camera to see if it was actually me or the drugs. But I was to far gone to figure out how to get the camera off black and white. I stood in the bathroom looking at my beige painted concrete wall. In seemed like a sand dune.
Wind blowing tons of sand over little dips and uneven parts of the wall. I turn my lights off and left the visualizations on and took my shirt off and lay down to enjoy the rest of my trip. It was about one at this point. I covered up and tried to play brick attack on my phone but the ball was moving a million mile an hour and the color on the blocker, the bricks and the ball, and the back ground were all distorted. I got a 17. My high score is 443. I gave up on that. I couldn’t stop laughing at the kaleidoscope visions on everything. The holes in my walls puckered and almost vanished.
Little black butt holes pulsating. The butterfly girl on the p.o.d sticker next to my bed looked like it was moving. Waving at me, trying to escape maybe. Trying to get away from my poisoned twisted, giggling ass, probably. I lay in bed for another hour before I felt like moving. I rolled off the bed to the floor. I’m not sure if I was drooling of I threw up. But my mouth was wet. I looked at a dead bug that I’m not sure if it was there. It turns from brown to orange as the carpet below it twisted and breathed. I open the door from my room and saw a bug fly into the ceiling repeatedly. Then another and a few more. I swatted the original bug out of the air to the ground and the rest stopped flying. I’m not sure if there was only one or not.
I went a grabbed a Gatorade. And guzzled the whole thing down and laid back down. I played with an envagecube it a device made to teach heathens about what gods done for them. Its 8 little black blocks held together with sticks. It fold from a picture of god hold a hand and heaven and hell to a little red figure surrounded by black with heaven and clouds next to it separated by a little jagged line. That represent how our sins separated us from god. Then to a brutal crucifixion to the tomb then flip it again and Jesus is coming out of the tomb and then another flip and a man walking up a giant cross that represents a man walking the righteous path. Then I relived god is like a pop culture icon. He’s every where.
No matter the religion there’s a boss. A head honcho. The big motherfuckin cheese, ya know. Then I broke it and proceed to chew on it. I grabbed the camera after that. And wrestled with. Unintentially taking a few pictures
The visual subsided until there were completely gone. The vanished twice as quick as them came. The trip left me feeling pensive and drained, emotionally and physically. I turned the TV. on and watched futurama until I was awake anymore. I woke up and looked at the picture and I call only wonder what else I saw.
I feel like I can’t remember a lot of it. Like I’m missing something. Anyways it was a pretty god trip. I was hoping for a little for insight to myself and some other things. But instead I was reduced to a drooling, giggling, rolling around, twisted mess. But that was fun to.
pics index:
mushrooms and a g.i. joe
mushies on a book
mushies on a book top view
evangecube
trippin toy 1
trippy toy 2
trippin eye
stereo. it looked bubbly and warped thru the view finder
not sure what this is p.o.d sticker
not sure agian. wrestling the cam
wrestling agian
The day started out horrible. I got in a fight with my girlfriend who is out of state. I was sick. Throwing-up-sick. I was in an overall bad mindset. My brother called and asked if I’d like any shrooms. I told him I buy 4 grams if he could get it for me for 30 bucks. He said ok then I’ll be there in an hour. I had the house all to myself. The got there it looked small but weighted right. They were grey-ish. Long stems and flat wavy caps. There were specks of dirt and shake in the bag. A zip-lock bag with the zip ripped off of it. I went downstairs and took a few pictures of the mushrooms after mikey and stevie left .
I decided I should wait. Vast and try and get in a better mindset and wait for my parents to get home. I’d wait till no one would call and no one wouldn’t bother me. I set around the rest of the day drink green tea and looking at the dishes that need done. My bad mood at diminished and pre-trip anxiety had set in. 1 10mg valium helped. I was going to dose at around 10 but time and circumstances weren’t permitting. I got home form the store around 10:30. I grabbed 3 cans of mountain dew. And headed to the bathroom I sat down on the toilet, lid down.
With the mushrooms. And laid them out on the mirror and I didn’t even bother opening a can of mountain dew before I starting gnawing on the rancid burnt cardboard taste of the shrooms. One small stem, gone. The medium cap and stem, gone. The big cap and half the stem, gone. My tongue naturally avoided the taste and texture of them. I eat the other half of the stem to the big cap. And a clump of dirt of shake pops in my mouth flooding it with the taste of dirt or mud. I gag and take a swig of mountain dew.
The last small stem and cap go in and I chew and chew in till it’s in small enough pieces to go down. I chugged a can of mountain dew. I got them all down with just a can and a half of mountain dew. Pretty good in retrospect. I started eating them at 11 I was done at 11:03. Four grams of shrooms down the hatch a-le-fear-factor style.
I left the bathroom went and set at my computer and figure posting on bluelight would past the time. I went to other drugs read a thread about hydromorphone and some kid wanting to put it in his A’. I log on to aim and chat with Courtney for a few minutes when my mom calls to say goodnight. By the end of the conversation I can’t help but giggle at everything. She probably thought I was losing my mind. I wouldn’t hang up the phone I told her you hand up. Sounding like a child. Covering my mouth trying to conceal my laughter.
He giggled awkwardly and hung up. My give friend called to say good night and that she loved me. And I couldn’t say it back because I was laughing to hard. I told her I was going to watch this episode of futurama and go to sleep so she’d let me go. The TV. wasn’t on at this point. I hung up and put my phone on vibe. And threw it on my bed. I hands started to feel heavy and looking at the computer screen became slightly disorienting.
The mouse trial last longer and longer then my typing fingers started to get tracers and the screens seemed as if it was vibrating. I couldn’t take interacting with the computer anymore so I put real one and set the visualizations to nebula. It matched with the cd playing on the stereo I set in the chair in awe. My slack jaw. The room began to look like the visualizations.
The wall, pink specks of light turning pink then blue then a line whipped thru and caught my attention. A spirderweb turned and shifted and got big and multiplied and a kaleidoscope view took over my vision. My walls look as if it had a translucent layer over then moving a clear copy was being slid over it turned and moved. They began to breathe coming towards me and back. Akin to waves. Beautiful to say the least I turn to go check my pupils after an hour of so of staring at my wall and listening to modest mouse.
My stained carpet vibrated and breathed and the stains got bigger and disappeared turning and shifting still. It was almost difficult to walk on them while looking at it. I bumped into the wall leading to my bathroom. My pupils were huge. And green. My eyes are blue. I wish I could’ve captured this on camera to see if it was actually me or the drugs. But I was to far gone to figure out how to get the camera off black and white. I stood in the bathroom looking at my beige painted concrete wall. In seemed like a sand dune.
Wind blowing tons of sand over little dips and uneven parts of the wall. I turn my lights off and left the visualizations on and took my shirt off and lay down to enjoy the rest of my trip. It was about one at this point. I covered up and tried to play brick attack on my phone but the ball was moving a million mile an hour and the color on the blocker, the bricks and the ball, and the back ground were all distorted. I got a 17. My high score is 443. I gave up on that. I couldn’t stop laughing at the kaleidoscope visions on everything. The holes in my walls puckered and almost vanished.
Little black butt holes pulsating. The butterfly girl on the p.o.d sticker next to my bed looked like it was moving. Waving at me, trying to escape maybe. Trying to get away from my poisoned twisted, giggling ass, probably. I lay in bed for another hour before I felt like moving. I rolled off the bed to the floor. I’m not sure if I was drooling of I threw up. But my mouth was wet. I looked at a dead bug that I’m not sure if it was there. It turns from brown to orange as the carpet below it twisted and breathed. I open the door from my room and saw a bug fly into the ceiling repeatedly. Then another and a few more. I swatted the original bug out of the air to the ground and the rest stopped flying. I’m not sure if there was only one or not.
I went a grabbed a Gatorade. And guzzled the whole thing down and laid back down. I played with an envagecube it a device made to teach heathens about what gods done for them. Its 8 little black blocks held together with sticks. It fold from a picture of god hold a hand and heaven and hell to a little red figure surrounded by black with heaven and clouds next to it separated by a little jagged line. That represent how our sins separated us from god. Then to a brutal crucifixion to the tomb then flip it again and Jesus is coming out of the tomb and then another flip and a man walking up a giant cross that represents a man walking the righteous path. Then I relived god is like a pop culture icon. He’s every where.
No matter the religion there’s a boss. A head honcho. The big motherfuckin cheese, ya know. Then I broke it and proceed to chew on it. I grabbed the camera after that. And wrestled with. Unintentially taking a few pictures
The visual subsided until there were completely gone. The vanished twice as quick as them came. The trip left me feeling pensive and drained, emotionally and physically. I turned the TV. on and watched futurama until I was awake anymore. I woke up and looked at the picture and I call only wonder what else I saw.
I feel like I can’t remember a lot of it. Like I’m missing something. Anyways it was a pretty god trip. I was hoping for a little for insight to myself and some other things. But instead I was reduced to a drooling, giggling, rolling around, twisted mess. But that was fun to.
pics index:
mushrooms and a g.i. joe
mushies on a book
mushies on a book top view
evangecube
trippin toy 1
trippy toy 2
trippin eye
stereo. it looked bubbly and warped thru the view finder
not sure what this is p.o.d sticker
not sure agian. wrestling the cam
wrestling agian
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. Personally, I would eat shrooms straight rather than tasting the foulness that is mountain dew. I am thinking of doing a solo trip in the near future.
