phew
Bluelighter
Are you familiar with never ending paintings? The collaborative art projects where many artists contribute to a painting that can be zoomed into forever and ever? It would be fun to do a text version. The benefit with text is that you don't have to worry about continuity. This isn't a thread to "continue the story" word by word. It's different.
Just post a paragraph per idea. Any distinctively psychedelic thoughts you have are welcome. You can note the drug (if any) that sparked the thought or leave it to everyone else to guess. I would've made a thread for that called "Guess the psychedelic," but I prefer this.
Salvia
* At the end of each tine on my forkspoonfork(...spoonfork...) is a miniature spoon. At the center of the end of each miniature spoon exists a smaller fork and the process repeats for infinity. My forkspoonfork(...spoonfork...) rests on a plate with a diameter 565 billion times smaller than a femtometer. Food is transported to my forkspoonfork(...spoonfork...) from alternate universes that grow smaller and smaller--or bigger and smaller or smaller and bigger or bigger and bigger depending on your dimension--for each subsequent fork and spoon. Solids go on forks and liquids on spoons. The solids are black holes and the liquids are all a unique psychoactive substance. Sub. Stances. Tan. Sub. Stances. Tan. Sub. Stances. Tan. Sub. Stances. Tan. Coming to a consciousness far away from you.
DXM
* She had a trillion hairs fine as gossamer. They were so fine she looked bald. Her hairs resembled palm tree bark and smelled of gumbubbles and pin-apples (the ones that look exactly like bananas). I later realized that they were actually eye stalks after she disappeared out of existence. Was she looking for a fractal to marry?
Just post a paragraph per idea. Any distinctively psychedelic thoughts you have are welcome. You can note the drug (if any) that sparked the thought or leave it to everyone else to guess. I would've made a thread for that called "Guess the psychedelic," but I prefer this.
Salvia
* At the end of each tine on my forkspoonfork(...spoonfork...) is a miniature spoon. At the center of the end of each miniature spoon exists a smaller fork and the process repeats for infinity. My forkspoonfork(...spoonfork...) rests on a plate with a diameter 565 billion times smaller than a femtometer. Food is transported to my forkspoonfork(...spoonfork...) from alternate universes that grow smaller and smaller--or bigger and smaller or smaller and bigger or bigger and bigger depending on your dimension--for each subsequent fork and spoon. Solids go on forks and liquids on spoons. The solids are black holes and the liquids are all a unique psychoactive substance. Sub. Stances. Tan. Sub. Stances. Tan. Sub. Stances. Tan. Sub. Stances. Tan. Coming to a consciousness far away from you.
DXM
* She had a trillion hairs fine as gossamer. They were so fine she looked bald. Her hairs resembled palm tree bark and smelled of gumbubbles and pin-apples (the ones that look exactly like bananas). I later realized that they were actually eye stalks after she disappeared out of existence. Was she looking for a fractal to marry?
