Another improvised song

"Shitty 'n' Sloppy Fingerbleedin' Pickin' (Out of Smokes, All Washed Up and No Place to Go!)"

When you sit down and write a song, you're essentially writing directions on the roadmap of music. The notes you play are the roads you take, and in predetermined music, you always go from point A to point B with a set path. Whereas with music made in the spontaneous moment, you're wandering aimlessly in all directions and wherever you please, focusing more on the trip than the destination. That's why I love improvisation.

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I put together an instrumental jam track in FL studio. Electric guitar/bass and a 12 string acoustic recorded set to computerized drums. Not bad for my first real effort at throwing together a song.

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Interesting Trip Reports / 2

Jesus Christ, I don't know where to begin. Be assured this is not a hunk of fabrication. I was ingested a foolish amount and almost died. Perhaps I even have temporarily. What I witnissed was inexplicable truthfully. But I shall do everything in my capabilities to describe my trip. I WILL NEVER TOUCH A DELIRIANT/DISSOCIATIVE AGAIN. I don't know if this would constitute as enlightening or traumatizing. Regardless, I will make a report. There is no TL:DR, I apologize but I am absolutely incapable of summarizing this. Anyways, without further rambling.

I ingested 1000 mg of DPH, and 1200 mg of DXM roughly 3 days ago. Not too sensible I know, but at the time I was feeling some what incompetent, depressed, and reckless. Even then, it was still after large amounts of contemplation and indecision. I had 4 bottles of Robitussin coughgels and a few packets of Benadryl. I will relay the in trip in sequence until the "seperation" occured.

0:00 Gradually consumed above dosage over the span of 10-15 minutes. Was very rought on the esophagus. Washed down with water. Went into the living room and began watching "A Scanner Darkly". Relaxing on the couch anxious and anticipating the impending trip.

0:40 I began to feel significantly lethargic (Typical DPH onset) and cotton mouth set in. Slugged my way into the kitcken hearing faint beep noises. Grabbed a bottle of water and stumbled back. Sat down and it seemed as if my television screen was merely a window into another reality. As if the universe of the film were existent and accessible. Periheral vision hallucinations.

1:00 At this point I knew I bit more then I could chew. Markings on the wall expanded in size and transformed into large spiders and small humanoids, the characters in the film were speaking to me. I was barely grasping onto my sanity as the DXM onsetted. Then smaller bugs appeared and I wasn't capable of distinguishing them from my hallucinations and questioned if they were real.

1:30 I had retained no sanity at this point, the television was off however I was still viewing random, spontaneously altering images in the screen. I lied on my couch watching the bugs fight and crawl around thinking "Damn, I really need an exterminator." My vision was significantly blurred and DXM's effects were now coming to prominence. I watched stains on the carpet transform into 3-D animate figures engaging in random activities.

But this is all your usual DXM/DPH fare. Allow me to proceed onto what has perpetually changed my perspective on spirituality and higher planes of existence.

I was lying on my couch with the lights off and eyes closed. Hearing people conversing across the room although they were hardly intelligible. Then I began to hear what sounded like this audible, low frequency tone that was increasing in pitch. I attempted to move a slighty and I was in paralysis. Then the tome augmented in volume, now accompanied by what sounded like electricty. Insane, intricate geometric patterns danced across and dominated my visual field.

Suddenly, I regained some clarity. I spontaneously recollected taking some drugs and began to panic. "Have I overdosed!!?? Am I dying!!??" I tried to move again and something felt terrinbly wrong. I felt weightless and unstable. I turned only to seem the outline of my body in dim light. I was outside of my body. Then before I could react I felt from behind me the most MALIGNANT, DARK, presence imaginable and it was coming closer.

I became dysphoric and as I turned around these creatures were walking towards me. Tall fuckers, in what appeared to be be black hoods. No visible faces in the opening. Although what looked like firery red eyes became visible as they neared. I tried to scream get away but there was no response from these creatures. I received some sort of telapathic impression that they were laughing at me. They ahold of me and I began hearing the tone again, their long-bony fingers tingled. The geometric patterns returned and absolutely fluttered my visual field. I have never been so terrified in my life.

Was disturbs me even more was that at this point was NOT intoxicated/delirious. The moment I entered paralysis I regained my sanity. At the moment I recalled I had taken a substance and it seem it's effects subsided instantaniously. Anyways, was the psychedelic patterns faded I realized I was no longer in our world.

This was the most horrid, gloomy, disgusting place I had ever seen. The archetecture was alien, the ground purple, and simultaneously I was surrounded by these hooded beings. Although now I could see their faces. They resembled skeletons but they were not skeletons. They had flesh, but it was pale, their eyes were solid black, with pointy white noses protruding from their faces. They were all in synchronization murmuring some incomprehensible chant. Then I felt yet another presence manifest a few feet infront of me.

This was FAR worse then the feel emitted from the hooded beings. They all fell to their knees, in what appeared to be some form of corrupt worship. Then another one appeared in front of me. However, his clothing was entirely different. He was wearing what appeared to be a black duster/trenchcoat, with black boots, an ash wide-brimmed hat and a chained pocket watch dangling from his waistline. His stare instilled so much fear. If I had a solid body to tremble in I would. His aura was overbearing. It's only contents were loathing, death, and suffering.

A inhuman grin began to spread across his face. This was the most vile, vulgar, nefarious fucking thing I have ever felt/seen. There was NOTHING POSITIVE about this creature. He glided over to me and looked down. I could barely manage to stare back up as the sight of this thing was so imposing and frightening. I asked "What the hell is this!?". I heard a deep, dark malevolent voice in my head that replied. "We are the brotherhood of death. You can not evade us, we possess control." I was far to scared to say anything back. I then heard the voice again "We collect and harvest souls for bioelectrcity and sustenance."

In repsonse I shouted "LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!! I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!!" I felt immense sadness, anger, and fright. One of the hooded ones grabbed me from behind. I heard a voice shout "FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" I felt as if I were being tried for something horrific, that I had committed some terrible act. The Hatted figure spoke once more. Saying "I'll come for you, don't worry, I'll come for you." And then nothing. It's a like a blackout. I possess no recollection of the events that followed.

I awoke on my couch at precisely 8:41 am, pale, clammly, and sweating. I just rolled over, dumbfounded, perplexed and confused. I don't know if I were hallucinating or what. This was not delirium, I felt as lucid and sober as I do now. What did I undergo? Was that real? A dream? The fuck man. The fuck...

Interesting Trip Reports / 1

These Interesting Trip Reports are reports I find on the intertubes. They're not mine so I can't be sure how accurate or truthful they are, but they are a good interesting read nonetheless. Starting it off with Atropa Belladonna, a deliriant plant similar to Datura stramonium, which cause intensely real hallucinations and delirium. The plants and their alkaloids are considered poisonous. Recreational use of these plants is uncommon as fatal overdose has such a high possibility due to varying concentration of alkaloids based on the plant and its growing conditions, and the effects are unpleasant to nearly every user, such as tachycardia, swelling/rashes, urinary problems, and blurred vision, but it's the hallucinatory experience that draws batshit crazy psychonauts into trying it. Below is the story of a few of said idiots.

"It all started around mid-June of 2000 me and my buddies, Alton, and Elmo, and Brandon were preparing for quite some time to eat some poisonous plant to get a trip. Now of course we didn't expect it to be fun, in fact we pretty much expected to suffer long drawn-out deaths, but we just had to try it, for the sake of getting it under our belts, for the glory, and though we didn't know it yet; FOR THE LULZ.

So we found our belladonna patch, in full bloom, berries and flowers looking all pretty and such, we decided not to take an 'experimental' amount, we instead had a contest to see who could eat the most. The berries were bitter and burned like a motherfuck, the flowers tasted more like... well, flowers. We had eaten all we could find (there were only three or four plants in all).

We each said a prayer, to quote Alton "If God didn't want us to do this he wouldn't have made us so stupid". We headead back to the house, and we all agreed we were pretty buzzed, I can describe the come-one from such a high amount of poison to be a bit like Benedryl, a real spacey and dreamy feeling. By the time we got to the house we were all nauseous, and the trip began then.

1:35pm: Brandon (who had never even smoked pot, probably never taken an Asprin) Began to freak out and started dry-heaving over the toilet, shoving his fingers down his throat in a desperate attempt to throw up, he tried for what must have been half an hour with no luck, all of us were nauseous, a horrible nausea, a Jean-Paul Sartre, kind of nausea, but we couldn't throw up. Brandon gave up his futile attempts to puke, saying, "I guess I just have to ride this torpedo straight to hell". At this point I shuold mention that I'm writing this right now as I recall it, not saving it to notepad and proofreading it. This is the first time I've ever spoken about this time.

3:00pm: Still as intensly sick as we were and hour and a half ago, only now the hallucinations are starting to form, none of the other boys can walk, but I'm in the front yard pacing back and forth, chain smoking. The house didn't have electricity, running water, gas, or anything. it was a house mind you, a two-story one at that, but it was abandoned, a perfect place to die. I could hear my friends inside, screaming, cursing, talking, dry heaving, crying and making bargains with God. I was on my second pack of cigs when I noticed I was covered in cobwebs, thick furry strands of rope kind of cobwebs, and I couldn't shake them off, they were old webs, the spider was surely long gone. I suspect these webs were my cigarette smoke, but I couldn't tell from the state I was in.

6:00pm: I smoked my fourth pack of cigs, the butts were covering the ground, it was getting dark (it was wintertime, I was (hallucinating I was) in maryland) I decided to head back in, I remember having several lucid daydream-type moments, including one were my grandma, the previous owner of the house, told me I was going to die. I didn't care, I couldn't walk anymore, I crawled back in the house, Alton was in a fetal posistion screaming incoherently, Brandon was in the bathroom again, also screaming, Elmo was biting his knuckles and they were bleeding. There were a dozen or so other people in the house, sitting, playing laughing at the four idiots who had poisoned themselves, some of these people were made of shadow, some of these people were friends and family, some were long dead. They were all pointing and laughing and carrying on, like our slow deaths were some goddamn circus act. I fell down, according to Brandon, I was convulsing and laughing at the same time, but at that point nothing anyone saw could be confirmed as real.

4:00AM (THE SECOND DAY): I woke up thinking I had taken a short nap, from what I gathered it hard been a full day since I had eaten the nightshade. I was sure I was dead, I was moving through the house, but I wasn't sure if was actually up or not, I was in the kitchen, I was bleeding from my nose (and possibly my eyes, ears, and mouth), my skin was as pale as death, I was pretty sure I was no longer of the earth. I heard Brandon, he was behind me, just as pale, bloody around the nose, he asked me if I was dead too, I said "I don't know". Suddenly, I had a lucid moment, I was consious, the effects of the nightshade had instentaneously worn off, I was aware that I had eaten them and that I wasn't dreaming! I was alive! I shambled into the basement to look at the mirror, walking was trouble, I was sick, I was weak. In the mirror I saw myself, I was disgusting (moreso than usual) I was not pale but a sickly yellow, I had pissed my pants (at first thinking it was blood) I was bleeding from not only my nose but my gums too, in fact, my gums had receded horribly showing the roots of my teeth, covered in blood, red.

12:00pm: I was staring the clock, I don't know what happened after looking in the mirror, I was dead again. Large shapeless brown animals manifested themselves thoughout the house, Alton and Elmo were on the floor, twitching, still alive. Brandon was gone, I began searching the house for him, drifting through it. He was nowhere, he was gone. I lied down on the mattress on the floor and went to sleep, and dreamed insane dreams, dreams I could only compare to Salvia experiences, I didn't know where I was, or if I was.

9:00pm: Alton wakes me up, I'm lucid again, it's him, it's definitley Alton. I ask him, "Are you just a figment?" he replies: "You wish, I'm alive, you're alive, Elmo's alive, we survived". I knew it wasn't over. "What about Brandon?"I say, remember him asking me if I was dead. "We're going to go look for him, we checked the yard, we have flashlights". I remember these conversations perfectly, because no one else talked but the people that were actually there. I weak from hunger, and my mouth was insanely dry, like sandpaper, I told this to Alton, he gave me a gallon jug of water and asked me if I had pissed in the last two days. I felt my wet pants and said "Unless that's blood, yeah". They said they had already looked for Brandon, and saw him a few times, but it wasn't him, they heard him too, but they couldn't be sure that's what they were hearing. I was still pretty much insane, we all were, but we felt we could function.

10:00pm: We had drank the entire gallon of water, but we were still thristy. I also had a Red Bull, another cigarette, and a banana (all of which I kept down, amazingly) we were back in the woods, looking for Brandon, we'd hear him scream, say hi, hear him walking, but when we looked we couldn't see anything, we had feared the worst. The worst was yet to come.

12:00 the dead of midnight, the THIRD FUCKING day of our trip, and yes, we were still very much tripping balls, we were probably plateuing as we walked through the woods. We had been there for two hours, walking everywhere, being sliced apart by bryers, hearing things, seeing things, drifting off and coming back. Reflecting on this experience I was probably not having 'lucid moments' but simply thinking my hallucinations were really happening. All that has been confirmed in this part of the trip is that: Alton and Elmo were with me, Brandon wasn't, and we were in the woods, the dark backwoods of Louisiana looking for him, because there's no where else he could have gone, the flashlight was long gone. In fact it had never been, neither Alton nor Elmo had packed a flashlight, the water was real, we had two gallon jugs with us and seven more in the truck (which was back at the house, although we would occasionaly see it parked in a clearing in the woods, and when we tried to get into it we would find ourselves sitting on the ground)

1:30AM. I had a watch on, I knew the time. I checked it constantly, it was a real solid watch that kept perfect time, I would write the time down on my arm, though I didn't have a pen. Alton and I sat down, in the dark woods, tired as shit, sick as chemo patients, drinking our water. Every once in a while I would ask him if I was in fact drinking the water, he would confirm it, then I would ask the question again, and he would have me repeat it. The conversation we had then and their and I can recall perfectly, I remember every word, as does Alton, the only way I can be sure anything happened and wasn't a hallucination is if someone else remembers it too. This is what transpired:

ALTON: You think Brandon's dead?

ME: Maybe we're dead, and we can't find Brandon because he's alive.

ALTON: You're a dick.

ME: Was Elmo with us?

ALTON: No. You and me.

ME: Blair Witch project?

ALTON: Essentially

ME: But on drugs.

ALTON: No drugs; poisoned.

ME: Maybe, Alton, I'm not really here, I'm with Brandon and Elmo, dead, back at home, and you're just here, sitting in the woods, alone, waiting to die yourself.

ALTON: Now who's being a dick?

ME: I'm just afraid... I'm afraid it's me, sitting in the woods talking to myself. About to die as well.

ALTON: This is somehow the most deep and meaningful discussion we've had on this shit. We'll never remember it, it's probably not even happening.

At this point in time we just both stopped talking, stood up and continued walking, in the dark, through the woods. Delirious, disassociated, and dying.

2:23AM I drifted off, maybe I passed out, whatever, it's hard to tell. but here's the important (to me) part of the story. In the backwoods of my property, in the middle of Redneck-Incest-Buttfuck-Nowhere, Lousisiana, in our woods, our private hunting grounds, four children are buried, they all died of flu at very young ages, headstones mark the spot they're buried. I found myself standing at that spot, in front of the headstones, only the light from my digital watch to tell me this. I read the engraveings on the stones, and understood, these kids didn't die from the flu, they ate the same plant I did, for the same nihilistic reason. Their mothers thought they were delirious from fever. They all died within days of eachother. Alton was gone, lost, in the woods, yet probably still talking to me. I was standing on the graves of dead children, I shuddered.

My Grandad called these the 'Sandal Graves'. I don't know why.

3:00AM Finally got my skinny ass out of the woods, I was still sick and delirious, My insanity kept coming and going. I kept thinking/seeing alton/brandon/elmo right next to me, I'd be talking to them, and then they'd be gone. I should add now that it was a full moon, which in the country illuminates everything. I had made it back home, I walked in the house and looked for the others, there was no one there, three drugged up weirdos were wandering in the backwoods of Louisiana under the full moon.

5:30AM I waited as long as I could stand for them to come back, I was on the come-down from the plant I had eaten, every moment I could feel more down to earth. I was still crazy, about once every half hour I would think I had to get ready for school, and would rush around the house looking for clothes, but this would pass, and I'd sit back down and keep waiting for my tripping buddies to come walking out of the woods. It never happened, so I looked in the truck, they had packed Potted Meat, I had not eaten in three days, so even this was appealing to me. I popped open the can and ate the horrible shit, and for the first time since eating the poisonous plants, I threw up.

6:00AM The sun was coming and and it the FUCK out of my eyes (my pupils were about the size of dimes), I was walking down to the road to Jackson, bleeding from two dozen or so cuts all over my body, I wasn't a sickly yellow anymore, I was white, with black rings around my eyes. I could only imagine what people must have though as they passed me on the road. Someone in a red pick-up truck pulled up beside me and told me he was going to call the paramedics, I asked him "Why, what's wrong?" he told me I was bleeding, I replied "No shit, call the paramedics if I'm dead, right now this is none of your goddamn buisness". He drove off, and I never even heard any sirens.

6:45 Made it to the little conveinence store I like to shop at, I bought a thing of sunflower seeds and a Mountain Dew, and managed to have a coherent conversation with the cashier, I tried asking her out but I think she was a bit put off by the fact that I was half-naked and covered in blood.

6:49 This is the most positive part of this trip. The part where I realized I had survived a lethal dose of poison, and the effects where quickly leaving me, I felt like nothing that happened to me ever in my life could even scare me or hurt me, because I had survived this. To this day I still have that feeling, and that's why I will never regret this experience. If I hadn't been weak and dying I probably would have skipped back to my house, but I need to find Alton, Brandon and Elmo, because it would be a pretty shitty trip if I was the only one to survive.

12:00 alright, here's my favorite part of the trip, I was finally coming down off the poison, and everything was positive, I was having tripped out thoughts that were nothing but ego-boosting and fun and generally uplifting, I was the ubermensch, I could survive any war, any disease any fight and anything nature, God, and the universe could throw at me, I had Satan's fire and Christ's light guiding me. I was at home cleaning out my cuts and bandaging them getting ready to drag my three friend's bloody corpses out from the woods, I had eaten some rice dank about a liter of water and for some reason had a perfect understanding of the the metric system. I wish I had taken a picture of myself then and there, because I was the scariest thing you could have ever seen, I had jet-black eyes and alabaster skin. I lied down on the bed to rest my aching muscles. I looked over at my computer a Pentium with a T1 line, and it was an armadillo, and it said to me in James Dean's voice:

"Kid, you're like, the perfect nihilist. You hold no value on your life, or anyone else's. You're dying and you don't give a shit, that's wild man. You poisoned yourself just to see if you would survive and you did."

I stated that my friends were pretty nihilistic as well, as they did the same thing, and the armadillo said

"All they wanted to do was get high, to brag about it, you don't care about bragging, you just went ahead and did it just to do it, you have my respect kid"

1:30PM I had dosed off that was obviously a dream, I woke up to hear yelling and screaming and the roar of a diesel engine, I ran outside and there were my friends, Alton, Elmo, and Brandon, and they all looked like hell. They were all bleeding from one part of their body or the other, they had the same dark circles under their eyes as I did and were just as pale. but all three of them were alive and as far as I could tell, not a hallucination, I invited them in.

2:00, we sat around in my living room, all of us had a bizarre 'Brain Fog' that made us feel completely dream like and unreal. Alton told me that Brandon had gone outside after talking to me (believing himself to be dead) he was under the porch when Alton and I had gone to look for him, as we were having our existential discussion in the woods Elmo and Brandon had begun looking for us when they met up with Alton (I was probably at the grave site at this point) I had gone back to the house while they continued to search the woods for me. It was only luck that they had decided to check my house."

"Infinite and Fair"

well spring fever

is a summer leaver

and i get knocked down by fall

but it's never over

winter's a snower

i'm over there

for the heres and nows

embracing the best and staring into

your eyes and brows

i'm so happy

we're all drinking again

i hope this never ends

cause goddamn i love

all of my friends

and i love you

i love to reconcile and recollect

i love to smoke and love to

this rippling butterfly effect

that keeps us all in tact

keeps us up at night

bound tightly by a pact

lets us win the war and the fight

who would've thought

that we could all be taught

how to see things for what they are

infinite and fair

nonexistent and far

that everything is as heavy as the air

that blows breezes

and brings up dust

coughs spits and wheezes

that gold is dirt and platium is rust

that everything is circular

and sandpaper is soft as fur

that no matter how bad things get

the show will go on for sure

never forget

15 Hawaiian Baby Woodrose Seeds

We started eating our 15 seeds at 5:00 PM. I’ve eaten 10 before, what I remember as quite easily, but this time they tasted especially dogshit awful. We chewed them one by one and chased it with tea and soda. Janaye ate 10 of hers before, about 30 minutes later, she puked. I finished mine and we all smoked a bowl to help her with the last five seeds, which stayed down.

It was starting to get dark when I really felt it. The trippy light was going and I played a loop through my guitar pedal and we all smoked a bowl. Troy suggested I listen to The End by the Doors with my good headphones, and I did. As soon as the song started I felt it sync with the entire vibe of what I was seeing, people communicating and existing, it was like a scene straight out of a movie. And in that same sense, my vision was raised significantly. It was like going from a small old TV to a 1080i widescreen movie theater screen. My peripheral vision reached maybe twice as far as it normally does. I stared at the trip light as it moved with the song until it ended. Zack and Laura left go to see a movie and bring back tacos.

As I held on to Janaye my perceptions really started to blend. I looked at her face and it was blurred and swirling together. Everything I perceived made sense yet nothing did. Everything was different. It felt as if we had no bones in our bodies, and everything, even the air, felt heavy. I handed Troy my keys because they were uncomfortable and it felt like they weighed five pounds. I felt as if I were a constellation, lines drawn across my body and little points placed among those lines like some kind of stick figure skeleton. Every sense was blending together into one instead of functioning separately.

The three of us then just started talking. About life, death, religion, aliens, world peace, karma, free will, parallel universes, chance, reincarnation, swearing, suicide, God, the universe, and time. Time didn’t exist for us. It became non-linear and I felt as if I was feeling the actual process of reincarnation as a continuous never-ending thing that was going on right then and there, I existed infinitely in every direction in every moment of time. We frequently asked what time it was because minutes felt like hours, and it hadn’t even been an hour since Zack and Laura left, we couldn’t believe it.

As I stared into the ceiling, the lines on it stretched out into infinity. The ceiling never ended, it just went on and on. I became infinite, and so did everything else. The meaning of infinity is something we describe with words, but no words could ever in any way even remotely describe its meaning, it’s something we can’t comprehend in normal states of consciousness in which we don’t have the actual sensation of being infinite and circular. We all decided that everything is infinite and declared “The Lion King had it fuckin’ right man, the circle of life.”

Thinking about death put me in a certain place. I felt like I was dying, but not in the conventional sense. I felt as if all of life truly was a stage, and the grand drape was close to being drawn. I wasn’t dying as much as my life was simply ending right there in those moments. I felt worried about leaving all my friends from dying on this drug, but I felt like even after I faded away that things would still flow and continue. But I snapped out of it and sat back up to drink some water and take a piss.

We turned the trip light off and lit candles instead, and it was even more beautiful, little spotlights in random places of complete darkness illuminating the world around us. One glass candle holder had some cool red design on it and it melted and breathed and moved. We listened to music using my headphones as speakers, ‘cause those things get loud.

Zack and Laura got back with the food and Josh later came over. We all just talked and laughed and shared wisdom and insight. Soon after that things started to move at a normal pace again, I felt more in control and in touch with reality. In fact time actually felt faster, everything was sped up a bit. Troy driving us to Circle K doing 20 MPH felt like 50. We got pop rocks, funions, sour punch straws and monster (lol munchies) and it was all delicious.

Janaye and I laid on the pavement outside and smoked a cigarette, and the moon and stars were flattening and shifting into lines, and tracers of outside lights flickered. I felt like I was seeing everything for the first time. We went inside to smoke another bowl and that brought it back up some more. Things blurred together again and in the candle light, every expression Paige made while talking was exaggerated and cartoonified with tracers. Troy’s figure in the chair looked like a portrait as a faint tread of abstract colorful patterns ran across him. It was now two in the morning and we were still tripping hard. We all decided to crash out for the night finally.

Nine in the morning I was afterglowing and could function normally, at the very most about as spacey as being high, and my pupils were still the size of dimes. With every trip I’ve ever had I at least had the ability to take back with me what I felt and learned in the form of words, but aside from everything above, no words can ever truly describe the feeling I had while peaking, the sensation of infinity stacking and folding into and onto and around and through itself and being one with that, the heightened sense of the universe and life, the feeling of absolute pure and unconditional love. It defies expression.

Oh and the sex was mind-blowing.

~700 morning glory seeds

My friends Troy and Josh and I ground up our morning glory seeds into a fine powder in a coffee grinder. Dillon was there but not to trip. Troy and Josh each took 500, but since I had done that along with 10 hawaiian baby woodrose seeds before, I upped my dose to around 700. I had 1000 left after they counted out theirs so I just split the pile in half and eyeballed some more seeds into one pile to use. We put our powder in coffee filters and tied them up to soak in water for an hour or two. We drank our first cup and over the course of the next hour or so re-soaked our bags for another 2 or 3 servings. Later we decided to eat as much of the nasty dogshit tasting seed mush as we could. I downed maybe half of mine before I had enough. All the while smoking bits of weed not just for any possible nausea but to increase the effects as well.

We laid down on the bed in Dillon’s shed outside and stared at this trippy spinning rainbow disco light thing and that’s when we all started noticing perceptual changes. I noticed odd faces and shapes in the wood grain on the ceiling.

We decided to go inside into Dillon’s room and do pretty much the same thing, but this time with music and the comfort of the indoors. The constantly moving colorful projection on the ceiling I was looking directly at from the couch swirled and blurred over itself like paint blending together, and I felt the sensation of the entire room and my body spinning with it. We were there a good few hours.

Troy and I decided to go out to the living room and watch TV and Josh decided to crash out. Troy and I started to finish watching Forgetting Sarah Marshall. On the couch were Dillon’s pomeranians and I spent a good while petting them, amazed to bits by the sheer awesomeness of life. I texted my girlfriend and that’s when things started building up in a wave I’ve never felt before. I was coming up even more.

There was like an hour left of the movie when I say to Troy dude let’s just crash now, fuck this. So Troy went off to sleep in another room and I thought I was gonna pass out. But it was getting light out and as I stared at various parts of the room I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping any time soon. A shifting rainbow film of something that looked quite a bit like my clusterfuck doodles overlaid the walls as they breathed in and out and sharp florescent blocks of the brightest colors I’ve ever seen sat by where the light entered the room through a narrow opening through the window that wasn’t covered by blinds. I was sold, fuck sleeping.

I went outside, smoked a bowl and crawled into the hammock in Dillon’s back yard. That’s when another wave brought me up even higher. On the walk through his backyard to the hammock I stepped eagerly awaiting the relaxation waiting for me, but I stepped right on a thorn and it stabbed into my toe. It hurt of course, but I thought about it and came to the conclusion that the definition of life is a series of good with intervals of bad.

Staring at the front end of the hammock where my feet rested I started to meditate. The form of the hammock, the crossing tied knot fashion of the construction of the entire thing became my focal point. Upon focusing more I felt as if I became the hammock, I looked at it and physically felt my body adhere to its form, I swayed left and right with it.

It was during these two or so hours that I was at the complete peak, and this was about six hours after drinking the first cup. The timing of drinking/eating the leftovers was timed and paced immaculately. I stared blankly where my eyes looked straight and it was a view of the front part of the hammock, the tree in front of me and the blue backdrop sky. As I focused on the very center of my vision it became more bright and vivid and crystal clear than anything I’ve ever seen in my life. The sheer detail and vibrancy of it all was astounding, it was a window of detail surrounded by the rest of somewhat normal vision.

I ran through epiphany after epiphany through my head, looking at and hearing all around me the animals and bugs nearby. I realized a connection between man and animal I had always known before but never truly realized in any real sense. Man sees the world with bias. He has a mind that allows him to judge and act according to it. And while this is our greatest gift as human beings it’s also our greatest weakness. Animals take the world for what it is and do nothing more but make use of it as their home. It doesn’t matter what’s around them, they’re where they need to be. They use their time here just like we do, but in almost completely opposite ways. In a way I felt like I knew why animals exist to begin with.

I thought of communication and how vital it is to life. We have many forms language, something concrete and physical that we use to express the intangible and formless ideas that our mind gives us. It’s a perfect blend and balance, the physical and the mental, communication is vital. Communication is beautiful. I thought about writing all my thoughts down, but as important as communication is, the here and now of the moment made me realize that anything worth writing about best exists as that experience itself and not the words used to describe it, so I took full advantage of the experience and reasoned to write later. I had plenty of time to scribble my thoughts down later.

I realized that my favorite word of all time is “now.” Because I was there. Everything that ever was and will be was or will be at one point a single speck of Now. I finished my cigarette and wanted another one but I had left my pack inside. Any time of my life I would have gotten up and grabbed it, but this time I embraced the Now for what it truly was and didn’t move a muscle.

In the hammock I meditated more and embraced the Now. Now was perfect in every way. It was then that a stunning realization dawned on me: I knew the meaning of life. The meaning of life isn’t something you know, it’s something you feel. I seriously spent at least an hour total during the rest of my trip repeating in my head “I know the meaning of life,” and every time I did this, time would slow down into this perfect moment where my ego was temporarily dead and all outside influences of my life and anything I ever did became entirely void of all meaning because I had that truly beautiful moment of Now to exist in. All my life I thought that people who said they have no regrets were completely full of shit. But it was lying in that hammock in the Now of our life that I realized I have no regrets, only what-ifs. Never in my life had I been happier. I realized that whether or not there is a god is nothing to ponder seriously, because the closest thing to a higher power we will ever encounter in this lifetime is the universe itself. And we’re part of that, part of God, part of the infinite, tightly packed clusterfuck of rules and laws that govern themselves into something as ineffably as beautiful as life, bound by particles that form atoms that form everything else, the entire whole consisting of never-ending parts comprised of everything smaller that constructed them. For a few fleeting seconds, there was no longer me. Only the universe. Any fear of death I have ever had was wiped entirely clean from me.

It was starting to get bright and hot out then so I went back inside to lie on the couch. I stared at one of the dogs on the floor in between the other couch and the table and its body and the area around it swirled together like a painting and the ground/table/dog became almost unrecognizable, some kind of swirly sharp eye looking thing that very much resembled Tool’s “Lateralus” eye design. It was like nine in the morning and I was just now starting to come down.

It was then that everyone else started waking up. I spent the entire time lying on the couch tripping until the moment everyone was ready to leave. Troy and I were dropped off at his house by Dillon on his way to work where we smoked a bowl and enjoyed the afterglow of the trip.