Thursday, April 30, 2009

Step by Step

Where are the psychedelic drugs? point me in the right direction...

Something about everything reminds of who I don't want to be. I feel like I've been skullfucked by an angry dimension. I am not who I am. Somnium Ergo Sum...

1800 mikes was not too much - It was, like most 'bad trips', too much at the wrong time, in the wrong place. It was not a fully-fledged psychedelic freakout perse, replete with spittle dribbling down my chin and a wild animal behind my eyes, so much as twelve hours of being shown things I had tried so hard to hide from myself. To be frank, it was a psychedelic experience, animolytic and awe-inspiring. I saw myself reflected in a puddle of bloody vomit, and felt invisble hands holding me upright when all I tried to hurl myself down a cliff.

It's time to face the music, it's time to introduce reality. Remember that everything you have learned is just that, learned, and not necessarily true. I am not who you think I am. if everyone could just STAND UP for a minute and start to deconstruct fallacy, mainline truth and hammer down the bricks of order into a chaotic rubble of order and ash - Maybe then we could get somewhere.


If you go your whole life without going through a heavy psychedelic experience, you have missed out. I'd go so far as to say that you have failed your duty as a human to embrace neural freedom.

Burn down conciousness. You are lying to yourselves and everyone around you. Who are we, really? I do not recognise this gaunt and pallid old man standing in the mirror.

I was saved by an Angel and baptised in spearmint.

I am standing on the edge of the world... I don't feel like losing control...

Crunch time. Who are you?

Time goes by while I am feeling low! So open up the door; and let it go!

1 comment:

Nooor said...

Haha, this made my day.

But yeah, good point.