undead
Greenlighter
shrooms & K(experienced) insightful trip with sweet drawings (ill scan them sometime
--- september 2nd 2002 ---
remember also that i write up my trip reports on paper first
2:05 am - im bored and decided to trip on some mushrooms. what's interesting about tonight is that i have to work at circuit city (name changed haha! im so gonna get fired if "the man" sees this :D !) tomorrow at 9:45am i get off at 3:15 but go straight to my other job to work from 4pm to close. i ate the mushrooms, god i love the taste of raw cow shit! ha! i guess now ill sit back, watch tv and await my trip to set in.
3:00 am - im beginning to get that fucked up sparkle and motion in the corner of my eyes. i decided however, that the mushrooms weren't enough so i did a couple bumps of K. this shit is good k and has a kinda pink color to it. the trip is starting to get more involved as i keep wiping spots off the paper and watching the ink soak into the grain as it morphs and comes to a halt, interesting stuff. work is seeming closer to time, but farther from my state of mind. im running the opposite direction of responsibility.
3:46 am - i wasnt sure exactly whether of not i was tripping very hard until i wandered down the steps and toward the bathroom to piss. when i was done, i stared into the mirror to actually watch the emotions on my face as i aged before my eyes. my muscles and cheeks seemed to move around like silly puddy.
4:00 am - it's odd, no matter HOW MANY times i trip, i will NEVER shake that feeling that everyone on AIM is a cop! haha! what the fuck is it that they say so different that makes me think they're a cop?! oh my god! i've been watching MTV for about 20 minutes now and i've seen NOTHING but those "snap" fight for your rights commercials. everything so far has been related to prejudice or racism. until now breaking the cycle with a KISS commercial. i had no idea KISS was so revolutionary until this moment. when the KISS commercial was over it went back to the prejudice commercials, which means one thing. only KISS has the power and charisma to put an end to unjust treatment in the world. dont fear gene simmons, embrace him.
4:53 am - ive journied into the depths of my creations, delving into drawing from the direct decendent of my thoughts, as always ive decided to break out the pen and paper and find myself in drawings that tell all signs of what im feeling AND what i am putting my brain through. the buzzing of sound is quite interesting as well because with every rush of sound, my hand shakes uncontrollably unleashing a fury of ink onto the paper in ways that only music can draw. each penstroke is in it's own way unique because each one creates an illusion of sights, sounds, and states of mind, in a two dimentional world spanning from my mind to my fingertips with motion followed by streams of immortality being the pen's long lasting impressions on the paper in front of my eyes.
these drawings are impossible to explain, but one can get the idea at the sight of them. i tend to lose myself when my hand takes hold of the pen and rather than thinking to myself, i do it on paper. these random thoughts and ramblings are spoken directly from the drugs themselves.
5:06 am - again i look at the clock reminding myself that i have to work in the morning, but at this point ive come to ask myself, "do i need to sleep even?" because seriously by the time i lay down and drift off to dream land, i will have gotten about three hours of sleep to prepare myself for my twelve hour day of work. what's the point? trying to sell replacement plans to customers while feeling the after effects of mushrooms is new to me anyways and new experiences are golden, so i think ill just enjoy what ive fed myself in the first place. fuck what upper management thinks. they're the same as me with the slight upgrade on their checks hehe. but seriously, who needs all that extra money anyways? because the only thing that makes you feel this way is not in the form of currency, and until circuit city decides to pay employees with sheets of acid and bags of mushrooms, then ill continue on this journey towards drugs and away from the bank.
5:36 am - im sitting in the dark now writing to only the glow of the television. im listening to Rammstein "sehnsucht" now which is a classic album for me to trip to being that i was WAY into Rammstein when i started tripping back in the "kid" days of exploration.
6:10 am - with a slowly decreasing buzz i got to thinking, "what could i do to pass the time?" so i turned out all the lights, put on my headphones as i played "dark side of the moon" into my head with quite a good ammount of sound behind it. i closed my eyes as i envisioned each member of pink floyd playing their respective instruments and singing to me as if the songs were written to suit my moods and surroundings. noticing now more than ever the ammount of talent those men had to collaborate such sounds and music in a way that no band could ever duplicate.
my mind basically created videos to watch in my void of things to do as i slipped further into a state of hypnosis and comfort. about thirty minutes had passed when i'd decided to finally open my eyes to welcome the sunlight poking its way through the blinds in my windows. i add to my book of writings and drawings to complete my night as i slowly await the time for work to come around. i may take a brief nap, but who knows, either way, that's all for now.
---7:57 am - september 2nd 2002---
[ 03 September 2002: Message edited by: ryanlaughlin ]
[ 03 September 2002: Message edited by: ryanlaughlin ]
--- september 2nd 2002 ---
remember also that i write up my trip reports on paper first
2:05 am - im bored and decided to trip on some mushrooms. what's interesting about tonight is that i have to work at circuit city (name changed haha! im so gonna get fired if "the man" sees this :D !) tomorrow at 9:45am i get off at 3:15 but go straight to my other job to work from 4pm to close. i ate the mushrooms, god i love the taste of raw cow shit! ha! i guess now ill sit back, watch tv and await my trip to set in.
3:00 am - im beginning to get that fucked up sparkle and motion in the corner of my eyes. i decided however, that the mushrooms weren't enough so i did a couple bumps of K. this shit is good k and has a kinda pink color to it. the trip is starting to get more involved as i keep wiping spots off the paper and watching the ink soak into the grain as it morphs and comes to a halt, interesting stuff. work is seeming closer to time, but farther from my state of mind. im running the opposite direction of responsibility.
3:46 am - i wasnt sure exactly whether of not i was tripping very hard until i wandered down the steps and toward the bathroom to piss. when i was done, i stared into the mirror to actually watch the emotions on my face as i aged before my eyes. my muscles and cheeks seemed to move around like silly puddy.
4:00 am - it's odd, no matter HOW MANY times i trip, i will NEVER shake that feeling that everyone on AIM is a cop! haha! what the fuck is it that they say so different that makes me think they're a cop?! oh my god! i've been watching MTV for about 20 minutes now and i've seen NOTHING but those "snap" fight for your rights commercials. everything so far has been related to prejudice or racism. until now breaking the cycle with a KISS commercial. i had no idea KISS was so revolutionary until this moment. when the KISS commercial was over it went back to the prejudice commercials, which means one thing. only KISS has the power and charisma to put an end to unjust treatment in the world. dont fear gene simmons, embrace him.
4:53 am - ive journied into the depths of my creations, delving into drawing from the direct decendent of my thoughts, as always ive decided to break out the pen and paper and find myself in drawings that tell all signs of what im feeling AND what i am putting my brain through. the buzzing of sound is quite interesting as well because with every rush of sound, my hand shakes uncontrollably unleashing a fury of ink onto the paper in ways that only music can draw. each penstroke is in it's own way unique because each one creates an illusion of sights, sounds, and states of mind, in a two dimentional world spanning from my mind to my fingertips with motion followed by streams of immortality being the pen's long lasting impressions on the paper in front of my eyes.
these drawings are impossible to explain, but one can get the idea at the sight of them. i tend to lose myself when my hand takes hold of the pen and rather than thinking to myself, i do it on paper. these random thoughts and ramblings are spoken directly from the drugs themselves.
5:06 am - again i look at the clock reminding myself that i have to work in the morning, but at this point ive come to ask myself, "do i need to sleep even?" because seriously by the time i lay down and drift off to dream land, i will have gotten about three hours of sleep to prepare myself for my twelve hour day of work. what's the point? trying to sell replacement plans to customers while feeling the after effects of mushrooms is new to me anyways and new experiences are golden, so i think ill just enjoy what ive fed myself in the first place. fuck what upper management thinks. they're the same as me with the slight upgrade on their checks hehe. but seriously, who needs all that extra money anyways? because the only thing that makes you feel this way is not in the form of currency, and until circuit city decides to pay employees with sheets of acid and bags of mushrooms, then ill continue on this journey towards drugs and away from the bank.
5:36 am - im sitting in the dark now writing to only the glow of the television. im listening to Rammstein "sehnsucht" now which is a classic album for me to trip to being that i was WAY into Rammstein when i started tripping back in the "kid" days of exploration.
6:10 am - with a slowly decreasing buzz i got to thinking, "what could i do to pass the time?" so i turned out all the lights, put on my headphones as i played "dark side of the moon" into my head with quite a good ammount of sound behind it. i closed my eyes as i envisioned each member of pink floyd playing their respective instruments and singing to me as if the songs were written to suit my moods and surroundings. noticing now more than ever the ammount of talent those men had to collaborate such sounds and music in a way that no band could ever duplicate.
my mind basically created videos to watch in my void of things to do as i slipped further into a state of hypnosis and comfort. about thirty minutes had passed when i'd decided to finally open my eyes to welcome the sunlight poking its way through the blinds in my windows. i add to my book of writings and drawings to complete my night as i slowly await the time for work to come around. i may take a brief nap, but who knows, either way, that's all for now.
---7:57 am - september 2nd 2002---
[ 03 September 2002: Message edited by: ryanlaughlin ]
[ 03 September 2002: Message edited by: ryanlaughlin ]
