What Fun it Would Be!|
Do you have what it takes to write for Trip? This guy sure does...
What fun it would be to write a piece for TRP, my favourite ever site!
I am a freakozoid, have an oddly shaped skull, and love to stir and push
people to the limits of their beliefs until they either almost cry or
hit me. It's a dangerous pastime admittedly, but consider it something I
was born to do.
Since my last big bust in McDonalds carpark with 300 superman trips and
an oz of boo, I've had to settle in with the fact that perhaps my days
of dealing illegal brain busters are long gone. To this day I wonder if
perhaps Ronald himself had his finger in my downfall, and am certain
that if I'd been wearing stripey knee-length socks then I might have
Point being, er, well, I guess there really was no point. But it was fun
to introduce myself in such a fashion! Hang on, I remember now... salvia
Yes, it is my latest and favourite entheogen. Still legal, and should
remain that way at least until next week.
There have of course been lots of write-ups on the stuff, amazing
stories of Doctor-Who-like time tunnels and body exchange business, but
so far I haven't heard of anyone stupid enough to combine it with
datura, powdered mdma, lsd, pot, two beers, and as much shamans mull mix
as the lungs can handle.
Of course, I am talking about myself again, ego being one of those small
misnomers that comes along with standardized megalomanic delusional
schizophrenic uni-polar syndromes. Fortunately it turns out that my
polarity only points towards the feeling good end of the spectrum,
because the night in mention could have easily turned out to be a little
If you are waiting to hear an amazing story of wierd and cryptic
metaphorised hallucinations ending in a daring leap off a bridge that
lands me in hospital with ruptured testicles, then forget about it.
Absolutely nothing happened at all!.
I took enough substances to shatter Ronald McD's entire funky universe
three times over, got bored and went out on the town. Myself and friend
went and listened to a band, had a chat about if it was logically
possible that souls exist, then went home.
Needless to say the occurence made me decide to completely give up using
drugs completely. There wasn't even so much as a mood change.
The whole experience made me realise that looking at life from
alternative views of consciousness does nothing more than make a person
aware of their own mental faults, that in a healthy brain do not exist.
Having looked at myself from vantage points that most people wouldn't
even bother attempting, I eventually managed to completely comprehend my
perceptions to such a degree that it no longer makes any difference how
much I consume. All it does to me now is make me feel worse than I did
before and have to wait until my kidneys do their job so I can get on
Fair enough for you to assume that my sense of reality has just been
reduced to simplistic terms, but don't dare jump to such conclusions!
Reality is amazingly complex and incredible, its just that I managed to
figure out how my brain actually works from the centre of consciousness.
Nothing special about that.
You might also think that I am about to say that people should stay away
from drugs. Contrarywise, I would strongly recommed that most people
'get on it' as much as possible so they can arrive at a more pure
understanding of themselves and how they fit in with the universe around
them. Without drugs it could take a person decades to discover the
insights that a good trip can induce.
The moral to this little story?
"When there's no more doors left to open, then perhaps it's time to step
outside the house."
Tags : psychedelic
Rating : Teen - Drugs
Posted on: 2001-05-08 00:00:00