liam shart
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Aug 19, 2008
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As soon as I put the pipe down, I recognized their presence. They dwell unseen upon the carpets and the furniture, invisible to those not encompassed in the maddening embrace of salvia divinorum. To them, we are gods. And to honor me, God of the Micro People, they began to show me their incredible talent; creation. As I lay in awe on the bed, they began to fabricate all being, meticulously sculpting each bit of matter in accordance to a grand plan.
My friend began to play his electric guitar, playing some wild sort of neoclassical shred. I stared in wonder as they carved his every movement into existence before it happened, in such a wonderful manner that it cannot be accurately described in my current sober state.
My vision was somewhat strobelike as the effects faded. The micro men bid me farewell as I descended back to reality.
It was an interesting journey that I look forward to repeating.
My friend began to play his electric guitar, playing some wild sort of neoclassical shred. I stared in wonder as they carved his every movement into existence before it happened, in such a wonderful manner that it cannot be accurately described in my current sober state.
My vision was somewhat strobelike as the effects faded. The micro men bid me farewell as I descended back to reality.
It was an interesting journey that I look forward to repeating.
