I'm unwinding after a big weekend, it's early Monday morning. Here goes;
MONDAY 12:17 AM
Listening to Florence and the Machine, "Dog Days Are Over", for some reason the lyrics seem to resonate a lot more with me, the vocals even MORE hypnotic than usual, I'm mellow but I'm tapping my feet together, stretched out, relaxing on the lounge, type type typity. The whole house is a sleep. I have been dying to smoke this for most of the day but I held off, and I'm glad I did. Raise it up, here I am. Mental blank, I'm just tapping away, I sung out loud and for a quick moment I thought I might wake someone up, but i can't help but murmur the lyrics, it's contagious, this is a gift, it comes with a price, midas is king and he holds me so tight and turns me to gold in the sunlight. The song changed quickly. I remember I threw the butt of the spliff on the roof because I don't like leaving them in the ash tray (you just never know), I'm sure I would have made sure I dicked it, but I just got worried I might not have put it out properly, could it catch on fire, the leaves in the roof gutters. No no. I put it out. I need to do something more creative, I'm over this and I just came to the realization that there shouldn't be a right or wrong way to write a trip report... I'm fucked, but a good fucked, feeling good. I'm off to do something more worth while in this mind state, I'm feeling inspired
i just thought about fear and loathing in las vegas! That was out of the blue, the trip report, a series of psychadelic escapades. Fuck I love that movie, i should watch it, but i'm gonna eat something too because I only ate a few chocolate rum balls today, not much of an appetite after 48 hour speedybender, but now, awww, i just got a craving for salt and vinegar chips and pineapple juice!!!!!!
i'm off
MONDAY 1:39 AM
Must use time wisely, can watch fear and loathing any old time. Listening to Peaches, "Serpinetine", and writing my screenplay! FINALLY! Intense (the good sort) moment of reflection, it's hard writing totally bare, raw, explicit, totally stripped down. In my zone, hiiiigh as fuck! I keep on having funny flashbacks of the weekend, "reach for the lasers, safe as fuck" echo's, repeats, over and over, "I'm still conscious, thank fuck." Images, only visible in my mind, play out, reminiscent of a slap-stick comedy (Chaplin of course), my weekend, fuck I wish it was on repeat. Words which come to mind, bliss, delight, joy, glee, jubilation, exultation, elation, rapture!!!! "Serpinetine" ends, "Talk to me", plays. A few more songs skip, "Billionaire", now "I Feel Cream". Mind wonders off...
back to writing SP
MONDAY 3:06AM
Very mellow, the hashish has had a pleasing, extremely positive effect, note to self; must try this again! Towards the end I feel... a state of peaceful happiness and I still managed a productive writing session despite the trippy dips along the way, an overwhelming feeling of content rushes over me. I can feel my body sinking into my bed as I type on my MAC, vision slightly blurred, ready to crash, feeling pretty burnt............................................................. release!
sleeeeep (3:13AM+)
MONDAY 3:33AM
noticed i got easily distracted by a comment on one of the boards.. felt the urge to complete this trip report accurately before bed... feeling at ease (content still)... heightened sense of sound for a very brief moment, auditory system functioning, okay, now time for bed, fuck, exhaustion kicks in but I'm comfortable
MONDAY 3:56 PM
I woke up feeling more dazed than drowsy.. I like this feeling, it lingers... I was in the bathroom for what i thought was only 20 minutes or so, but was told by my roomate I had been in there for at least an hour (she wasn't happy, I thought it was quite funny though)... Time doesn't even register, I'm too relaxed... too care free today.. although, I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there and it feels good. I move forward, and despite the fact I may be in the distance, slightly behind... My day, my week, has only just begun and my outlook is positive.
And there you have it... my experience... I would defiantly recommend hashish joints to those people who are wanting to reach that higher sense of... being.. AND if your a creative person, i strongly suggest that you utilize the experience and embrace your altered state of consciousness.. don't just mung out.. ride the wave. Peace.
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MONDAY 12:17 AM
Listening to Florence and the Machine, "Dog Days Are Over", for some reason the lyrics seem to resonate a lot more with me, the vocals even MORE hypnotic than usual, I'm mellow but I'm tapping my feet together, stretched out, relaxing on the lounge, type type typity. The whole house is a sleep. I have been dying to smoke this for most of the day but I held off, and I'm glad I did. Raise it up, here I am. Mental blank, I'm just tapping away, I sung out loud and for a quick moment I thought I might wake someone up, but i can't help but murmur the lyrics, it's contagious, this is a gift, it comes with a price, midas is king and he holds me so tight and turns me to gold in the sunlight. The song changed quickly. I remember I threw the butt of the spliff on the roof because I don't like leaving them in the ash tray (you just never know), I'm sure I would have made sure I dicked it, but I just got worried I might not have put it out properly, could it catch on fire, the leaves in the roof gutters. No no. I put it out. I need to do something more creative, I'm over this and I just came to the realization that there shouldn't be a right or wrong way to write a trip report... I'm fucked, but a good fucked, feeling good. I'm off to do something more worth while in this mind state, I'm feeling inspired
i just thought about fear and loathing in las vegas! That was out of the blue, the trip report, a series of psychadelic escapades. Fuck I love that movie, i should watch it, but i'm gonna eat something too because I only ate a few chocolate rum balls today, not much of an appetite after 48 hour speedybender, but now, awww, i just got a craving for salt and vinegar chips and pineapple juice!!!!!!
i'm off
MONDAY 1:39 AM
Must use time wisely, can watch fear and loathing any old time. Listening to Peaches, "Serpinetine", and writing my screenplay! FINALLY! Intense (the good sort) moment of reflection, it's hard writing totally bare, raw, explicit, totally stripped down. In my zone, hiiiigh as fuck! I keep on having funny flashbacks of the weekend, "reach for the lasers, safe as fuck" echo's, repeats, over and over, "I'm still conscious, thank fuck." Images, only visible in my mind, play out, reminiscent of a slap-stick comedy (Chaplin of course), my weekend, fuck I wish it was on repeat. Words which come to mind, bliss, delight, joy, glee, jubilation, exultation, elation, rapture!!!! "Serpinetine" ends, "Talk to me", plays. A few more songs skip, "Billionaire", now "I Feel Cream". Mind wonders off...
back to writing SP
MONDAY 3:06AM
Very mellow, the hashish has had a pleasing, extremely positive effect, note to self; must try this again! Towards the end I feel... a state of peaceful happiness and I still managed a productive writing session despite the trippy dips along the way, an overwhelming feeling of content rushes over me. I can feel my body sinking into my bed as I type on my MAC, vision slightly blurred, ready to crash, feeling pretty burnt............................................................. release!
sleeeeep (3:13AM+)
MONDAY 3:33AM
noticed i got easily distracted by a comment on one of the boards.. felt the urge to complete this trip report accurately before bed... feeling at ease (content still)... heightened sense of sound for a very brief moment, auditory system functioning, okay, now time for bed, fuck, exhaustion kicks in but I'm comfortable
MONDAY 3:56 PM
I woke up feeling more dazed than drowsy.. I like this feeling, it lingers... I was in the bathroom for what i thought was only 20 minutes or so, but was told by my roomate I had been in there for at least an hour (she wasn't happy, I thought it was quite funny though)... Time doesn't even register, I'm too relaxed... too care free today.. although, I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there and it feels good. I move forward, and despite the fact I may be in the distance, slightly behind... My day, my week, has only just begun and my outlook is positive.
And there you have it... my experience... I would defiantly recommend hashish joints to those people who are wanting to reach that higher sense of... being.. AND if your a creative person, i strongly suggest that you utilize the experience and embrace your altered state of consciousness.. don't just mung out.. ride the wave. Peace.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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