Ahahaha I found a paper of stuff I wrote high.

It's marked novemeber 21,2005.

Ahahaha, I'm smiling because I don't remember what I wrote and November of 05 is when I started smoking (or a bit earlier).


I'm reading this for the first time now since that day I wrote it.

__________________________________________________ __________
triumphant defeat of bowl. dad asks why i am doing laundry and I say SHIRTS!!!

I think of ow I react to this later and I will lol. it is warping and visions with H dark stairs in far visions and burning earloves in R. hurting pain = orgasm and glowy triangles feeling. There's a nice dinosaur, a bad dinosaur with cloths.

SNOBBY T-REX
POPEYE T-REX

Grudge you (underlined 5 or 6 times)
____________________________________

So I found this paper while I was cleaning out my computer desk drawar just now. I don't remember what the fuck I was thinking when I wrote this.

i do this all the time! i keep two journals, one in which i write rantings of my daily encounters, and one in which i break out whenever i am high and feel like writing. there is some really amazing stuff in there from my acid, 2cb, and hawaiin baby woodrose trips. as you can guess, the acid encounters are the best. i had a bad habit of writing off the page or writing a few words on one page but feeling like a wrote a thousand words crammed into a small space.

drugs drugs drugs drugs

Haha, this one kid i know has an older brother who tried shrooms once, and he wrote some story, and when he came out of his trip, he looked at what he wrote, and all of it was backwards.

I just found this nice little poem my friend wrote while we were high then another when we were t-rippin on fungi. I have to edit the post later and type them in. The kid who wrote is fuckin' awesome at drawing so he does drawings to go with the poem when i find it i'll post. but i think this shroom drawing isn't as good as the past ones.

I've written a few comic sketches off ideas I came up with while high. Maybe I should post them somewhere on here.

And that was one sick piece of writing, ptotheit.

Peace.