An old post from an old blog.

I thought it was amusing to look back on.
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Wow. Beautiful. I am at work. Wow. My shelf is a pleasant dreamy austere environment with a warm enveloping embrace. The cheap carpet lining the sides of this quarter cubicle is pretty trippy the morning after popping five E's. Oh Nic, when I had this trip on five E's I wanted to tell you right afterwards. But since I haven't spoken to you in a while I couldn't. But you can read it here. By the way. I asm moved to the new apt. Our net isn't hooked up which is why I haven't talk to you or many ppl in a while. Plus I wish you all would die. But yes. About the trip. My friend and I went out on a run to get some happiness. Got fourteen pills between the two of us. Needless to say all of them were gone by the end of the night with me having done a good portion of them (5). Now it isn't the highest I have been. Not by far. But it was the most unfamiliar high I have ever felt. It was the newest drug experience in a long time for me. Drugs had lost there edge since I know the highs pretty well of most drugs. So surprises don't often happen. But on this shit... whoa. I will try to explain it better. I felt like my brain wasn't mine. Everything was completely differnt then how I know it. My thought patterns took different routes and arrived at different conclusions then they Normally would be. Even what I subjectively would call beautiful or entertaining or fun or shitty, was all different. For about 8 hours my brain was rewired to something I had never known. I could hate ppl I loved and love ppl I hated. Anything was possible. I spent around three hours on Jon's floor just exploring my own mind wondering where "I" had gone. But not missing it. In between all this I was getting mad hallucinations. I mean crazy. I never ever felt like I was alone in the room with Jon. There was constantly a third presence. Whether it was some face I had seen in a commercial looking over Jon's shoulder. Or a dead friend reflecting in my pupils and projecting onto the wall giving me a kind of double image. I was constantly jumping because everything that moved turned into a living entity of sorts. Jon's face would distort into demon-like features. But it wasn't a negative experience. I knew it was still Jon, and told him what I was seeing. I thought it was quite amusing. There was this low toned note constantly blasting in my ear (or my brain) that almost made a perfect setting for a cheesy horror movie. But I was wheelchaired. Needless to say, the next day I felt like ten years was taken off my life. The hardest come down I have ever had (and I have had brutal ones) I still occasionally get these little reminders that I haven't recovered from this trip. Even while looking at the fucked colours on this monitor. Oh, I have another thing to tell you. I had the coolest flash back experience of my life a couple of days ago at work. I was sitting there reading bullshit news on a bullshit site between calls. When for a seconde it felt like I was free falling. My chair was out of underneath me, the floor, evwerything. It was so real to me I instinctively grabbed unto the dest and made a loud sound. A lot of ppl looked at me strangly. But I tried to recover my composer by acting like I almost fell out of my chair. But it was pretty amazing. Anyways. I think I have caught you up on interesting drug experiences as of late. I am sure there is lots more to ell. But my brain is tired. I have this edge of feeling the need to puke that has stuck with me ever since I dropped that 4th and 5th pill. I hope my body recovers soon because it is pissing me off. But I will say, it was totally worth it. Not something I plan on doing often, if ever again. But it WAS an incredible experience. Oh and Nic. I don't know if you would ever try this. But I am going to and I mine as well tell you about it. At any grocery store or drug store. They carry buckley,s DM dry throat. Which contains dextramorphin (DXM) (yuppies acid) and some disaccociative that starts with an A and is like sixteen letters long that I don't remember. It is only 7.99 too. But, a friend of mine drank three quarters of a bottle of it, he said he was by far the most fucked he has ever been in his life. He has done shit like four hits of acid before. The description of his trip was utterly fucking insane and apperently you are paralyzed for like 8 hours while your balls trip off. But that is going to be my next experiment. I am excited a little nervous. Because parts of the trip I was told is utterly horrifying and traumatic as hell. But also, I think I can take the good with the bad. I have to try it at least once. Anyways. Thats is it for now I think. I hope you aren't dead or depressed or wallowing in self pity or shooting up on your lunch breaks. Be good. I hope to talk to you soon.