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Rising Star
I was doing pretty good. Four months without tripping after two years of weekly oral DMT trips. While sober I had moments of clarity, saw DMT as a crutch that can deceive even the most brilliant minds and perhaps is the perfect drug for intellectual, articulate, and educated people. It plays with logic, amplifies speculation, and pushes the PROFOUND button in the brain.
Slowly and imperceptibly I let my guard down and the friendliness and fond memories of DMT overpowered and silenced the addictive and mind-dumbing effects of this drug. Fuck.
Alas, after some distance I decided to have a friendly oral DMT trip of 85mg of yellow spice and 200mg of harmalas. This was a superbly light dose for me and I expected a lazy trip into hyperspace floating on purple pink clouds. After two hours I unexpectedly blasted through the membrane and entered full blown hyperspace. Thoughts cascaded upon each other, blasted each other, fucked each other and then raped each other. Truths were revealed and then crumbed before my eyes as lies. Paradoxes of philosophy danced before me as layer after layer of bullshit piled up to infinity. Madness ensued.
Finally – My sober mind is a relativistic thinking organ. I don’t believe in right or wrong or morality - I think it is all opinions of the powerful forced upon the rest of us. And then I experience true Evil. It is addiction and my drug of choice is DMT. This plant chemical invades my mind like a virus, floods me with feelings of euphoria and mysticism, and then leaves me wanting more. Fuck you.
Addiction is a bitch. Thank God for my mom to talk me out of bad trips. Nothing like a mother’s love. I swear I am never doing this bullshit, evil, seductive, manipulative, destructive drug again. It’s poison.
Slowly and imperceptibly I let my guard down and the friendliness and fond memories of DMT overpowered and silenced the addictive and mind-dumbing effects of this drug. Fuck.
Alas, after some distance I decided to have a friendly oral DMT trip of 85mg of yellow spice and 200mg of harmalas. This was a superbly light dose for me and I expected a lazy trip into hyperspace floating on purple pink clouds. After two hours I unexpectedly blasted through the membrane and entered full blown hyperspace. Thoughts cascaded upon each other, blasted each other, fucked each other and then raped each other. Truths were revealed and then crumbed before my eyes as lies. Paradoxes of philosophy danced before me as layer after layer of bullshit piled up to infinity. Madness ensued.
Finally – My sober mind is a relativistic thinking organ. I don’t believe in right or wrong or morality - I think it is all opinions of the powerful forced upon the rest of us. And then I experience true Evil. It is addiction and my drug of choice is DMT. This plant chemical invades my mind like a virus, floods me with feelings of euphoria and mysticism, and then leaves me wanting more. Fuck you.
Addiction is a bitch. Thank God for my mom to talk me out of bad trips. Nothing like a mother’s love. I swear I am never doing this bullshit, evil, seductive, manipulative, destructive drug again. It’s poison.