joebono
Rising Star
Vaped 50mg
I did it again. I went there, to that other place. Full explosion, sucked me through, engulfed me. It was pulling me, actually there wasn’t a me to pull. I was not in this equation. I was nothing and everything and it took all my energy to stay that way. I wish I could say what happened while I was there, but I cannot. Metaphors and analogies utterly fail.
When it was nearing the end of the peak, I found myself drooling on my shoulder except I didn’t know what a shoulder was or that there was even a me. As I slowly began to understand where I was, I found myself licking my shoulder. I was moaning and doing some inhuman type bed dance and making strange noises. I don’t know why and can’t explain this odd behavior. Next my mouth filled with some fucking strange bubbly shit and I watched in utter fucking amazement as the universe poured itself into the room. It was like a wizard’s head exploded and all his magic violently gushed out. I wanted to ask questions but my mouth was full of that shit so I couldn’t. It was saying, “Don’t say a fucking word. Shut up and watch.” It stopped me from talking with that weird saliva buildup. It literally gagged me. An egg felt as if were forming in my mouth, but it was a bubbly egg. Was this to shut me up or was it to make me a father of some hyperspatial baby? I was literally giving birth from my mouth and when I laughed at the hilarity of this situation, that shit spit out into a mist that was absorbed into the universe that was pouring into my room. What the fuck? Is this a comedy routine or a maternity ward?
This is what is really strange. For the past two days I have had an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, like a lump that wouldn’t digest. After my brief mouth pregnancy and birth, my stomach is all better and my mind is on the mend trying to stitch itself back together.
This is new territory for me. I need to be quiet and in control during my trip, not writhing on the bed and making strange noises and drooling all over. The loss of self control is frightening and creates more fear. I wouldn’t even want a trip sitter to witness it. Thank goodness the universe absorbed my afterbirth though, I wouldn't have wanted to clean it up.
I must go back. Shit, I wonder if I am going to meet my hyperspatial child next time.
I did it again. I went there, to that other place. Full explosion, sucked me through, engulfed me. It was pulling me, actually there wasn’t a me to pull. I was not in this equation. I was nothing and everything and it took all my energy to stay that way. I wish I could say what happened while I was there, but I cannot. Metaphors and analogies utterly fail.
When it was nearing the end of the peak, I found myself drooling on my shoulder except I didn’t know what a shoulder was or that there was even a me. As I slowly began to understand where I was, I found myself licking my shoulder. I was moaning and doing some inhuman type bed dance and making strange noises. I don’t know why and can’t explain this odd behavior. Next my mouth filled with some fucking strange bubbly shit and I watched in utter fucking amazement as the universe poured itself into the room. It was like a wizard’s head exploded and all his magic violently gushed out. I wanted to ask questions but my mouth was full of that shit so I couldn’t. It was saying, “Don’t say a fucking word. Shut up and watch.” It stopped me from talking with that weird saliva buildup. It literally gagged me. An egg felt as if were forming in my mouth, but it was a bubbly egg. Was this to shut me up or was it to make me a father of some hyperspatial baby? I was literally giving birth from my mouth and when I laughed at the hilarity of this situation, that shit spit out into a mist that was absorbed into the universe that was pouring into my room. What the fuck? Is this a comedy routine or a maternity ward?
This is what is really strange. For the past two days I have had an uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, like a lump that wouldn’t digest. After my brief mouth pregnancy and birth, my stomach is all better and my mind is on the mend trying to stitch itself back together.
This is new territory for me. I need to be quiet and in control during my trip, not writhing on the bed and making strange noises and drooling all over. The loss of self control is frightening and creates more fear. I wouldn’t even want a trip sitter to witness it. Thank goodness the universe absorbed my afterbirth though, I wouldn't have wanted to clean it up.
I must go back. Shit, I wonder if I am going to meet my hyperspatial child next time.
