I wrote this right after the peak of a vaporized dmt experience, it being my first psychedelic experience period...

Enjoy,

Just had me a sub breakthrough dose of dmt and I'm putting what the fucks up, not in my right mind at the moment, I feel like I'm in that transitional spot, you know the one. In between another dimension and our own. Like between the left hemisphere and it's adjacent. I feel the visuals, felt rather, and was somewhat apprehensive at first, still was until the beginning states of the comedown. I'd better put the following down: the visuals were stunning. Ive never seen anything with such feminine masculinity, with such a complex simplicity, with the sheer awe of standing atop Kilimanjaro and breathing the air gods breathe. I was out people I was out. Armed with autocorrect I trudge foreward. The hair on my body reflected a (what I now see as a fractal orgasm) and danced the most pertinent dance of any life's life anywhere. A warm glowing warming glow from this try praline was felt. Correct, 'twas my first psychedelic, shan't be my last provided my mind, fiber, and existence can take it. The room, if I could describe a similar event, would be like the fibers of a fine weave being torn into a realm beyond the darkest reaches of our universe. Perceptions have shifted, an unforeseen mental paradigm shif lingers as I return to our world. The world of the chemicals, compounds, and molecules that bind us together. Separated, but as one. Like somekind of freaky Zappa posthumous record. I feel the music I feel, no shit, the music of my language needed to be played during this historic event. The whoosh, the birds, oh the fluttering of the birds, the chill of the outside, the fire of passion. Still I feel as though I am watched, is this god or is this mentally clear confusion? Movies and masturbation feel somehow droll. Must try during sex, probably flip over and recongeal in 20 minutes or so. The second verse, the canto of illusion, the love seen through my perspective for her. The perspective of her love looking back at me from her perch twelve dimensions upward. The opiate is the masturbation of these substances while this, this is the sex on amyl nitrate of its correlated world. I feel very heavy, not in the forehead, but in the sinus, operating not from the brain, but the cavity where it floats. This was such a small dose, I could almost taste the breakthrough. It has a distinctive smell, one of almonds and mullein smoke, a raw earthy blend. Tis only but a pesticide, but in my hands, a skeleton key that melts in my ionized mind, and tears the walls from the room where I sit.

I feel so alive.



(everything I say is a hell of a story / ficticious)