or is it 9? i’m not sure if i should count the way back from roo…
anyway, it was incredible. I shared it with a very interesting, beautiful, and intelligent person. we were tripping really hard, but we still managed to connect, even if it wasn’t primairly through conversation. more through understanding.
This acid was different - new. Although as far as I know it could have been something i have already tried. The visuals were fucking UNBELIEVABLE. I saw some fucked up shit.
Faces everywhere. breathing walls. dancing lights. the computer screen’s colors were endlessly shifting. the trees turned into fantastical monsters, their branches positioned in impossible ways. walking down the street, i saw sparks everywhere, the light from the ipad and the ember from the cigarette playing tricks on my eyes. colors in places they shouldn’t be: random flashes and colorful double vision. colorful heat waves.
I looked in the mirror in brynn’s room. at first I couldn’t. I caught a glimpse of my face not actually having a facial structure. But then i decided to look again, and really look this time. i handled it well.
we listened to Pink Floyd: Animals and Wish You Were Here. The visualizer on iTunes was fucking wild.
we listened to Why? that really hit home.
We listened to Frank Ocean on the way to Buck Lake. I have a new appreciation for Crack Rock. At Buck Lake we listened to Alt-J and of Montreal, among other things. Th playground was fucking trippyyyy. it was giving off some tremendous vibes.
We explored this area in the walls of buck lake. i was surprised how empty it was in there. it was creepy as fuck, but i wasn’t feeling any bad vibes, just emptiness.
Tyler called me sometime around 3:30. when we were on the playground. That was awesome. I answered the phone immediately, excited to have tyler be a part of my trip, if only briefly. He told me that he’d been tossing back some brewskis with the guys and hoped i was having a good night.
We noticed a huge spider web had made the playground its home. that tripped me out a lot. What else had we looked over in this darkness. I thought grass specks on my feet were crawling bugs.
we went back to brynn’s and tried to watch 2001. earlier we had started it, but brynn wasn’t vibing with it. (those monkeys are crazy). I was tripping hard during the opening scene, but then when the story kicked in i wasn’t feeling it. I think my comedown was in full effect by then.
we drew with crayons, and the product was very interesting. If only i had pictures.
Vision: hallucinations; alternate perceptions of reality. what is the physical world??
sound: music, music, music
touch: brynn wasn’t sure if her cat was wet or not when she touched it.
time: a bug flew past my ear and it lingered there for a lifetime, telling me its life story.
brynn and I had excellent conversation, even if at times it was difficult for us to put thoughts and sentences together. our ideas would get away from us sometimes, but everything that happened was just part of the trip.