Florestan
Bluelighter
Shrooms Mexican Cubensis 55g Fresh - Inexperienced - STOP IT!
Okay, my last 2 threads on BL have been closed lol... Let's hope this one is more acceptable!
Okay... at about 2:30 am I took out my 70g of shrooms. I took lots of OJ with me to the shed so I wouldn't be disturbed while munching on em. I broke em all up into little bits amd started chewing the usual way (holding my nose, chew some shrooms, stick in some OJ, chew some more, and try desperately to down it before I run out of breath lol) After about 55g, My stomach refused to take in anymore... I could not eat any more. lol... Shrooms are Rank. Fact.
I thereafter came up to the puter to start writing a report, which was subsequently closed (I understand the reasons now, ya can't have someone going on like they're about to die n shit when you know they'll most probably be okay at the end of it all... that kinda stuff)
Then, about an hour after ingestion began, I went downstairs and started to listen to some Haydn Piano Sonatas... Well... I say I listened to SOME, really it was just one over and over again, you see the trip for the most part was a complete waste because of ONE tinnnnny little flaw.
I got a pencil so I could start writing notes about what I was hearing into my music score of the Haydn... (The piece was Sonata No.30 in D using the 'WU' Numbering) however, that turned out to NOT be such a great idea, since I suddenly had the bizarre inclination to write down every single thought... At first I realised that it wasn't about music, so I started writing on a piece of newspaper... just scrawling all over it every single thought I had... I eventually was "happy" with what I'd written and I folded it up and named it "Symphony for the mind in M# (M=Mayhem)" And wrote such words on this paper as "Done", "Finished with it now", "I want to colour", "I'm composing", and the first thing I wrote on the paper, which turned out to be my "theme for the night" as it were... I thought "Mushroom is me" and this got shortened to "Mushroom me"... what I ended up writing was as follows:
"Mushroom me!!! silly. it all makes sense. This is why i laugh. Return to the storyteller (The storyteller is Haydn)"
Werd. lol... I did however get a few breaks from writing down every single thought... Firstly I was looking in a mirror and thought it amusing to just look at myself and make funny faces at myself... That was weird.
After that, I went to make myself a cigarette, however it took about 20 minutes, because the NEED to write down every thought returned in a big way... I would finish writing down a whole lot of thoughts, and then return to my unfinished cig, just to start thinking and I HAD to go back, rip out another piece of paper and start scrawling over it all over again. I couldn't control it... I had this idea in my head that (quote) "I don't want to waste the thoughts", and "I'll have to discuss them" and eventually realised how stupid it was and started returning to the paper JUST to write down such things as "Enough", "ESCAPE!", and "Smoke, then return to the storyteller". WHich is what I did, however while outside smoking I had this realisation that the very exact same things were going over in my mind agani and again... i have no idea how many times I wrote down that "Mushroom me!!!" thing on various bits of paper, but it was a lot.
So when I got back in from my smoke, I forgot what I was going to write for a second and proceeded to write "I understand thought-loops now", "That was it"... However while I was outside smoking I had no paper and it gave me a well needed rest... During which time I lied down in my garden in an old abbandoned (but still good condition) sofa that we dumped there for the time being... I remember looking up and seeing almost kind of outlines of faces in the sky, just above me... It felt very peaceful and at times very "godly" in a way.
When I got back in the writing started again... I demolished another sheet of newspaper to which from the top of my head I can remember such comments as "I'm still composing, even today!", "Want me to write another one?" and at this time I had about 20 sheets of paper in my pocket that I had scribbled all over and I wrote "Paper in my pocket. Gud" and also repeated myself various times with the mushroom me stuff, I'm composing, and the other populat phrases of the night "It's been a very interesting night" was one of them...
In the later part of the night, around 6:30am, I even txt my girlfriend and told her she had to write down everything I said in the txt messages because every word was important. lol... I then let myself loose on my music score (Luckily with a pencil), and I have 3-5 pages of pure pencil scribble over it all with such exclamations as "I'm happy" "Conduct it" "I understand thought loops now" and "Mushroom me!!! silly. it makes NO sense whatsoever!" <-- Maybe my sanity was starting to come back? lol
Around 7:30ish my mum got up, and I was just finishing coming down from my wasted trip... I went through phases of feeling completely and utterly STUPID and WORTHLESS because of what I'd spent the whole night doing, believing it to be important, when it was just a load of shit I wrote down about nothing and named them as symphonys lol... Those phases were actually quite scary indeed, I had some very very dark thoughts. I also had those feelings balanced out with the occasional amusement of what I'd done all night...
I still have all the paper... Thanks for listening, I hope my trip was as much of a waste for you to read as it was for me to put up with. lol
Okay, my last 2 threads on BL have been closed lol... Let's hope this one is more acceptable!
Okay... at about 2:30 am I took out my 70g of shrooms. I took lots of OJ with me to the shed so I wouldn't be disturbed while munching on em. I broke em all up into little bits amd started chewing the usual way (holding my nose, chew some shrooms, stick in some OJ, chew some more, and try desperately to down it before I run out of breath lol) After about 55g, My stomach refused to take in anymore... I could not eat any more. lol... Shrooms are Rank. Fact.
I thereafter came up to the puter to start writing a report, which was subsequently closed (I understand the reasons now, ya can't have someone going on like they're about to die n shit when you know they'll most probably be okay at the end of it all... that kinda stuff)
Then, about an hour after ingestion began, I went downstairs and started to listen to some Haydn Piano Sonatas... Well... I say I listened to SOME, really it was just one over and over again, you see the trip for the most part was a complete waste because of ONE tinnnnny little flaw.
I got a pencil so I could start writing notes about what I was hearing into my music score of the Haydn... (The piece was Sonata No.30 in D using the 'WU' Numbering) however, that turned out to NOT be such a great idea, since I suddenly had the bizarre inclination to write down every single thought... At first I realised that it wasn't about music, so I started writing on a piece of newspaper... just scrawling all over it every single thought I had... I eventually was "happy" with what I'd written and I folded it up and named it "Symphony for the mind in M# (M=Mayhem)" And wrote such words on this paper as "Done", "Finished with it now", "I want to colour", "I'm composing", and the first thing I wrote on the paper, which turned out to be my "theme for the night" as it were... I thought "Mushroom is me" and this got shortened to "Mushroom me"... what I ended up writing was as follows:
"Mushroom me!!! silly. it all makes sense. This is why i laugh. Return to the storyteller (The storyteller is Haydn)"
Werd. lol... I did however get a few breaks from writing down every single thought... Firstly I was looking in a mirror and thought it amusing to just look at myself and make funny faces at myself... That was weird.
After that, I went to make myself a cigarette, however it took about 20 minutes, because the NEED to write down every thought returned in a big way... I would finish writing down a whole lot of thoughts, and then return to my unfinished cig, just to start thinking and I HAD to go back, rip out another piece of paper and start scrawling over it all over again. I couldn't control it... I had this idea in my head that (quote) "I don't want to waste the thoughts", and "I'll have to discuss them" and eventually realised how stupid it was and started returning to the paper JUST to write down such things as "Enough", "ESCAPE!", and "Smoke, then return to the storyteller". WHich is what I did, however while outside smoking I had this realisation that the very exact same things were going over in my mind agani and again... i have no idea how many times I wrote down that "Mushroom me!!!" thing on various bits of paper, but it was a lot.
So when I got back in from my smoke, I forgot what I was going to write for a second and proceeded to write "I understand thought-loops now", "That was it"... However while I was outside smoking I had no paper and it gave me a well needed rest... During which time I lied down in my garden in an old abbandoned (but still good condition) sofa that we dumped there for the time being... I remember looking up and seeing almost kind of outlines of faces in the sky, just above me... It felt very peaceful and at times very "godly" in a way.
When I got back in the writing started again... I demolished another sheet of newspaper to which from the top of my head I can remember such comments as "I'm still composing, even today!", "Want me to write another one?" and at this time I had about 20 sheets of paper in my pocket that I had scribbled all over and I wrote "Paper in my pocket. Gud" and also repeated myself various times with the mushroom me stuff, I'm composing, and the other populat phrases of the night "It's been a very interesting night" was one of them...
In the later part of the night, around 6:30am, I even txt my girlfriend and told her she had to write down everything I said in the txt messages because every word was important. lol... I then let myself loose on my music score (Luckily with a pencil), and I have 3-5 pages of pure pencil scribble over it all with such exclamations as "I'm happy" "Conduct it" "I understand thought loops now" and "Mushroom me!!! silly. it makes NO sense whatsoever!" <-- Maybe my sanity was starting to come back? lol
Around 7:30ish my mum got up, and I was just finishing coming down from my wasted trip... I went through phases of feeling completely and utterly STUPID and WORTHLESS because of what I'd spent the whole night doing, believing it to be important, when it was just a load of shit I wrote down about nothing and named them as symphonys lol... Those phases were actually quite scary indeed, I had some very very dark thoughts. I also had those feelings balanced out with the occasional amusement of what I'd done all night...
I still have all the paper... Thanks for listening, I hope my trip was as much of a waste for you to read as it was for me to put up with. lol
