Skizm
Rising Star
Well, I smoked DMT for the first time yesterday. I messed up the process so I did not get the full dose or get into hyperspace. That being said, it was the most intense experience of my life, which was funny for me, as it only lasted about a minute.
After I had taken five small hits (steel plug was too thick) I began to feel very strange. Things folded in upon themselves and everything began to condense. Soon, I was in a space where nothing made sense. There was no north, west, east, or south. There were no boundaries, borders, edges, or lines. I then saw three strings, two coming from above and one from below, feeding into a ball of string that was growing bigger.
Then I opened my eyes, everything in the room was alien. Everything was edges and lines, nothing had a defined shape or use. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know who I was.
I closed my eyes and the walls of my unopened mind began to ripple and move to the rhythm of the music I had going. I opened my eyes again, finally being able to form a thought, the first thought through my mind was "Well, that's that" , I got up, charged the machine for the next person in line, and made sure it worked better for them.
While waiting for the next traveler to come back to Earth I sat on a bed and decided to watch some T.V. Everything that came across the T.V. felt completely and utterly empty. Actors and actresses trying to vain to cover up their imperfections with walls of make-up. Commercials were all the same; "Buy this" they droned on. My ideal woman walked across the screen a few times, flashing some leg, cleavage, some sultry talk, or a fiery gaze. Sitting in front of the T.V I noticed a distinct change in me, I wondered what it is, I then remembered I was not thinking while I watched the boob tube. Everything was laid out in a manner in which I did not have to think about it.
Later that night I hopped on facebook and was disappointed to find out that I hated facebook. It was merely just a method to document your existence, to say "Look at me, I'm wild and crazy!" I logged off quickly, laid down on my bed, wondered to myself: "How could such a tiny amount of powder do THIS? Jesus Christ..."
Yesterday was quite strange for me. It felt as if my existence was bundled up into a tightly bound ball and then whatever was holding it together let go, causing it to flail around wildly.
Even now, I have the distinct feeling that we're all dung-beetles. Rolling up all the information we can into a giant pile of shit, so someone walking along can find it and say "haha dude check this turd out, it's HUGE!"
The best description I have for all of this is: "I went to someplace where nothing made sense, then I figured out that it was Earth"
After I had taken five small hits (steel plug was too thick) I began to feel very strange. Things folded in upon themselves and everything began to condense. Soon, I was in a space where nothing made sense. There was no north, west, east, or south. There were no boundaries, borders, edges, or lines. I then saw three strings, two coming from above and one from below, feeding into a ball of string that was growing bigger.
Then I opened my eyes, everything in the room was alien. Everything was edges and lines, nothing had a defined shape or use. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know who I was.
I closed my eyes and the walls of my unopened mind began to ripple and move to the rhythm of the music I had going. I opened my eyes again, finally being able to form a thought, the first thought through my mind was "Well, that's that" , I got up, charged the machine for the next person in line, and made sure it worked better for them.
While waiting for the next traveler to come back to Earth I sat on a bed and decided to watch some T.V. Everything that came across the T.V. felt completely and utterly empty. Actors and actresses trying to vain to cover up their imperfections with walls of make-up. Commercials were all the same; "Buy this" they droned on. My ideal woman walked across the screen a few times, flashing some leg, cleavage, some sultry talk, or a fiery gaze. Sitting in front of the T.V I noticed a distinct change in me, I wondered what it is, I then remembered I was not thinking while I watched the boob tube. Everything was laid out in a manner in which I did not have to think about it.
Later that night I hopped on facebook and was disappointed to find out that I hated facebook. It was merely just a method to document your existence, to say "Look at me, I'm wild and crazy!" I logged off quickly, laid down on my bed, wondered to myself: "How could such a tiny amount of powder do THIS? Jesus Christ..."
Yesterday was quite strange for me. It felt as if my existence was bundled up into a tightly bound ball and then whatever was holding it together let go, causing it to flail around wildly.
Even now, I have the distinct feeling that we're all dung-beetles. Rolling up all the information we can into a giant pile of shit, so someone walking along can find it and say "haha dude check this turd out, it's HUGE!"
The best description I have for all of this is: "I went to someplace where nothing made sense, then I figured out that it was Earth"
$650 in traffic tickets is my first priority, lol.