(Originally written 01/01/2007, posted online for your pleasure...)
Note: Due to the state that I was in, please try not to take me too seriously... Unless, of course, you think there may be something to these ramblings... in which case, you know what to do.
THIS IS ME HIGH:
Change your perception of the world. Take in every day as if it were some strange boingy thing. With moon stars and funky paranoid nipples. The young friends of the your listerine and oh god the hands, the hands my...
Stars. The stars, my lady, they come. Not functioning. Not doing. Need to do, but not doing. The end;ess. The HOLY SHIT.
The two guys on the bench, miles away from the explosive ripple of the fireworks, the way the light spread over everything, the
words are not coming. By the by, by the way., the wookie nipple pinchy.
Above all, remember this: You did experience. You did live. You are never to do mushrooms again, seriously. There are no words,... There are no words, man...
By the by.
Goodnight.
PS. I do not regret the things I have done... only those I did not do...
AND AFTER COMING DOWN A LITTLE, A REFLECTION...
Wow, looking back on that, it almost reads like a suicide note. In a way, it was. A part of me died on this night. A night that will live on in infamy.
Needless to say, "High as a motherfucker" doesn't even begin to describe it. I seriously believe I died tonight, several times. I tried to sleep a couple of times, but woke up with a frightened start, simply because I realized that my brain was doing things it simply WASN'T supposed to do. I remember feeling the individual neurons and whatnot flowing through my brain, I could feel the nueral network within me, constantly changing, constantly adapting.
I started to experiment, seeing what I could do. But when I completely shut down the feeling in my brain, I forced myself awake, saying "Fuck THAT!"
Needless to say, I'm pretty damned sure I almost died several times tonight. And the realization of that finality really spoke volumes to me. In the end, I really started to break down what I had thought of as my life into several distinct focus groups.
But needless to say, I have done, I have grown. I wanted to experience mushrooms again.
I have experienced them for the last night, because for the hell I've gone through over the past 6 hours. (6 hours... Seriously, in the state I was in, seconds were passing that felt like hours. Hours felt like days. It was the endless slump), I have learned, and man is made to learn. And adapt. And change. And to prevent that change is to prevent evolution. To prevent destiny.
Flow. Change. Take shape and infect. Your shape must continue. It must thrive. You are one in infinity.
And infinity beckons. Infinity calls.
Eventually, we will all become infinity.
I'm probably going to regret many things tomorrow.
But I'll regret the things I didn't do even more...
Life goes on.
Adapt.
Good night, Infinity.
