it took me, salvia: I packed it in my one hitter s I was sitting on the edge of my mattress in my sacred room I had created on the property I was living. I was alone. I lit the cigarette style pipe and turned looking over my right shoulder at the Noone there people/person and said aloud, "does it suddenly feel like high school in here?" I dragged another puff and turned my head left, thinking, "is this what it feels like when you're dying"? I laid on the floor and turned on a CD breathwork meditated and focused on my breath. I recall little munchkin creatures all around me yelling, "the spleet the spleet the spleet." a word I created to describe the sound that was not in human language. I couldn't find human language to describe the experience. I decided this wasn't something I would do again until I had been able to fully contemplate it. I feel I experienced eternity and many different life cycles in that 7 to 12 minute journey. Profoundly affected..
I think you bring friction: I think you bring friction full-fledged, as white truth murmurings, with open wings of an eagle's embrace, swifter than riff raff even
Well, for starters, it warped: Well, for starters, it warped me into the consciousness of whatever I was looking at and, as that object, made me spiral into infinite fractal-fuck.
An exciting concept:: An exciting concept: 'psychonauts' and that notion of fitting in and standing out. Brings to mind the 'cool kids' dynamic of navigating life.
happy to see you back: you whistle simple, sweet serenade, thrilling joyride, so serenely caught like a night of netting moon-bugs and lightning poetic exposure into focus
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