5HT
06-19-2005, 07:20 AM
okay, let me start by saying smoking salvia and watching a winamp visualizer is fucking nuts.
the set: saturday night, nothing to do, a little bored and depressed but some music and thought of tripping--I have some salvia, gives some inspiration and glee
the setting: my messy college dorm, laptop playing mozart with visualizer all alone
okay so I'm in my bed getting ready to rip out of the bong, take in a hefty hit, carefly set down, lay back in my bed and get ready for perhaps a peaceful salvia trip, the last have been hectic. I'm listening to the mozart and watching the winamp waiting for it to come, thought nothing was going to happen till, "here's the grinding :laugh:" I was feeling what I felt last time, a strange circular pressure with sharp edges in the corner of your eyes acting like blades on a circular grinder that's spinning you into a vortex, I thought it was funny that I remembered that so I was fairly good, ,until that damn visualizer. I didn't want to get up, but I think the music and visualizer drew me out of bed and the ol' circular vortex that is my thought kicked in and I could not navigate myself properly. It was as if the visualizer and music started to move me. The light switch was clearly in my vision, but the vortex had other plans and told me to go elsewhere and I did. My shins still hurt from the edge of my wooden table stabbing into them, I obvioiusly had tried to climb the table. Upon that happening, one part of me was saying the table was some metaphor I had to climb, while another said, "ouch, my fucking shins" so I turned around and saw the visualizer, I felt the circular pressures and edges "cutting" but then it slowed...till very slow like the piano in the mozart song....my life was a fucking song, a "fucking beautiful" peice of music. "But I...FUCK THAT!" the music stole away any atempts at sad thought, only plesantness was felt, my life a mozart work. I got kind of pissed off at me for feeling sad so I was audibly saying things like, "you fucking goat ass, I'm going to rape you!" and now I found out that my window is open and I think the guy next door is back early from a party and is trying to sleep.
this shit is fucking crazy. your thoughts and physical world are linked. what your next thought could be is also where you may move next, hence the often no control of movement and coordination. this one was pretty cool though, although I hope no one heard me say, "i'm going to rape you!" I don't know how well that would go down in court, "yes, I was only saying I was going to rape myself".
next salvia trip is going to be outside looking at the stars. i know of a perfect open park to go to late at night.
the set: saturday night, nothing to do, a little bored and depressed but some music and thought of tripping--I have some salvia, gives some inspiration and glee
the setting: my messy college dorm, laptop playing mozart with visualizer all alone
okay so I'm in my bed getting ready to rip out of the bong, take in a hefty hit, carefly set down, lay back in my bed and get ready for perhaps a peaceful salvia trip, the last have been hectic. I'm listening to the mozart and watching the winamp waiting for it to come, thought nothing was going to happen till, "here's the grinding :laugh:" I was feeling what I felt last time, a strange circular pressure with sharp edges in the corner of your eyes acting like blades on a circular grinder that's spinning you into a vortex, I thought it was funny that I remembered that so I was fairly good, ,until that damn visualizer. I didn't want to get up, but I think the music and visualizer drew me out of bed and the ol' circular vortex that is my thought kicked in and I could not navigate myself properly. It was as if the visualizer and music started to move me. The light switch was clearly in my vision, but the vortex had other plans and told me to go elsewhere and I did. My shins still hurt from the edge of my wooden table stabbing into them, I obvioiusly had tried to climb the table. Upon that happening, one part of me was saying the table was some metaphor I had to climb, while another said, "ouch, my fucking shins" so I turned around and saw the visualizer, I felt the circular pressures and edges "cutting" but then it slowed...till very slow like the piano in the mozart song....my life was a fucking song, a "fucking beautiful" peice of music. "But I...FUCK THAT!" the music stole away any atempts at sad thought, only plesantness was felt, my life a mozart work. I got kind of pissed off at me for feeling sad so I was audibly saying things like, "you fucking goat ass, I'm going to rape you!" and now I found out that my window is open and I think the guy next door is back early from a party and is trying to sleep.
this shit is fucking crazy. your thoughts and physical world are linked. what your next thought could be is also where you may move next, hence the often no control of movement and coordination. this one was pretty cool though, although I hope no one heard me say, "i'm going to rape you!" I don't know how well that would go down in court, "yes, I was only saying I was going to rape myself".
next salvia trip is going to be outside looking at the stars. i know of a perfect open park to go to late at night.