magic mike
Rising Star
After a third failed breakthrough in the last two days, I said "**** it, let's smoke some more." So I did. As I reached right for the table to put down my vaporiser, it felt as if my left arm and shoulder became separated from my body. I've had "violent" breakthroughs where my body felt ripped or sliced apart, but I usually wouldn't remember any of these trips. This time I remember. I was being shown something hyperspacey, and that thing was split into atleast three other things. This was split again and again. I also felt my body being in several pieces. I started breathing deeply and with every breath I had the feeling of being torn apart. I moved my tongue. I felt it being torn into million pieces and reassembled into something else. Each breath was being torn apart again and again. The sound of breathing was so weird. I said outloud "what is the meaning of this?". My voice was unrecognisable. I opened my eyes at one point. The painting on the wall, in which I stare often while tripping, looked nothing like itself. I realised that this was a hyperslap. So terrifyingly beautiful. It taught me one thing about myself that I wasn't completely aware of - I am a masochist.