I... am going crazy.
I did DMT for the third time, but this time it was different. It's not done and it's been 3 days.
Everyone I speak to is just an elf, and they keep re-arranging. They are empty coats. They are simple pets. I'm reading their vocab, I know how they are going to die, what their entire life is going to be like, I've been branded with prediction.
The world is a sandbox, and its become more boring and uninteresting by the minute. I fear that I will never smile again, a true smile. I feel like emotion is obsolete, and this DMT logic is supreme, but what good is this feeling of pain, the absense of bliss?
Why is everything so simple, no matter how complex, no matter how intricate, it can always be described. Why is it that there is boundaries, that there isn't an infinite plane? Why am I not OK?
The smell of DMT makes my stomach fall through my floor, I begin to wonder if God is myself, and that I am God. I wonder why I Would make myself live such a life, what is there to gain from self-inflicted pain? An external God seems foolish and pre-cambrian. I just want to be let go, I just want to be stupid. I want to watch T.V. and laugh, not look into the directors eyes. I don't want to be an eternally mind-reading prophet. I don't want to predict things, I don't want to know this. I want it to go away.
Brain damage of the positive kind. Why, why is enlightenment accompanied by such pain, remorse? Why is empathy of the mother earth so naseauting? Why do I feel as if I have done something so wrong, so crutially unearthing to the well being of the universe? Why am I at fault? Why am I to blame for this?!
Just kidding, I'm totally fine.. I just wanted to write something.
I did DMT for the third time, but this time it was different. It's not done and it's been 3 days.
Everyone I speak to is just an elf, and they keep re-arranging. They are empty coats. They are simple pets. I'm reading their vocab, I know how they are going to die, what their entire life is going to be like, I've been branded with prediction.
The world is a sandbox, and its become more boring and uninteresting by the minute. I fear that I will never smile again, a true smile. I feel like emotion is obsolete, and this DMT logic is supreme, but what good is this feeling of pain, the absense of bliss?
Why is everything so simple, no matter how complex, no matter how intricate, it can always be described. Why is it that there is boundaries, that there isn't an infinite plane? Why am I not OK?
The smell of DMT makes my stomach fall through my floor, I begin to wonder if God is myself, and that I am God. I wonder why I Would make myself live such a life, what is there to gain from self-inflicted pain? An external God seems foolish and pre-cambrian. I just want to be let go, I just want to be stupid. I want to watch T.V. and laugh, not look into the directors eyes. I don't want to be an eternally mind-reading prophet. I don't want to predict things, I don't want to know this. I want it to go away.
Brain damage of the positive kind. Why, why is enlightenment accompanied by such pain, remorse? Why is empathy of the mother earth so naseauting? Why do I feel as if I have done something so wrong, so crutially unearthing to the well being of the universe? Why am I at fault? Why am I to blame for this?!
Just kidding, I'm totally fine.. I just wanted to write something.