and i take a bit of the Sunshine Acid, it’s not the eyedropper kind but the kind dripped on the paper that you would swallow, it’s called blotter. i believe that this is the second time that i’ve done any type of acid, and let me tell you, it’s fuckin trippy. like the movie says, it starts off a little slow, into the first ten minutes or a half an hour. i thought that the guy had burned me on some shitty deal, but then, boom, i’m fuckin off. first the colors, the harsher colors on anything, they start to pop out like in a 3-d puzzle. they come towards me from like the pink carpet and the red lampshade. and then these shapes, these geometric shapes start popping out at me from all directions. the rap music blaring in the background reaches my ears as though it were suddenly turned on, and then, i can feel the fuckin music, man, like, the sounds are on these waves and they’re traveling through my head. and the sounds, they have different levels, like, this note is down here and this note is up here, and i can feel it all. the colors start to overwhelm me, and i can, like, smell them and taste them. blue, and red, and green, all comin at me and i’m just happy as hell. a smile stretches from ear to ear, and on acid, the time just kind of squishes into one single frame. the house i’m in turns into this happy, laughing boy world full of rich nitrous oxide where time is a thing of the past, and there is no past. i get up and start walking because i have to take a piss, and this is just a beautiful thing, but i’m not really walking but i’m gliding across the carpeted floor. the white walls of the bathroom edge the corners of my eyes, and it’s fuckin funny. i take a piss and it’s like i’m having sex, it feels so good. a blast. i flush the toilet and the sound of the water swirling down the drain gets me set into a giggling fit. into the mirror a thousand different me’s stare back, and they’re all grinning. i feel like if my teeth were wrapped around my entire head the lips would pull back over my skull and disappear. i would be all teeth, opening and closing in fits of laughter. and this has all been going on for about an hour probably, but it feels like it’s been only ten minutes. i walk back into the main room, with the colors and the music still going strong, and i trip. and then the slowed time becomes so evident, the ground coming up to meet me at it’s own steady pace. slow-mo matrix style. i’m not even in myself anymore, but instead in an editing room watching footage of me falling. here, i can think clearly but i can’t remember anything i’m supposed to do. list of things to do. fuck Sonic and Tails later? lie in the funny papers once again, keep up the charade? the things, they don’t matter. here, the ground rushing at my face, it’s the only thing that really does. although maybe this time i should bring the dildos, since Tails is getting way too creative with his choices, sharp object choosin mother fuck. Ha. ha hah ah ahha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ahha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ahha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ahha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ahha ha ha ha ha haha hah ah ahha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ahha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah ah ahha ha ha ha ha ha maybe even this time, i should get them off all of this sex shit. it has gone on for way too long, and the progress isn’t enough of an incentive to continue. it’s time to move on. maybe we could move on to drugs and i could watch em have a bad trip and i could fuckin laugh at them, do shit to them. revenge so sweet so sweet. or i could teach them how to write good, er, well, and they could keep up their own damn charades. damn, it’s all moving so slow. i’m still so happy. WHAM! the ground finally hits me, and the impact is normal speed all of a sudden, the force jamming my nose further into my face, and nearby, there is laughter. and then there is more. and then, soon, it’s all mine. i get up and back on the smooth, fine silk of the couch, i’m enveloped in the warm breast of the cushion, inside so warm, so soft. but as with all things, everything, they end. i can feel the bad part of the trip coming on before it reaches me, but that makes it so much worse. first, the trails. like a filter set on a home movie camera you buy at an electronics store, or the lights at a live broadcast basketball game. suddenly, if i move, it all goes into these trails. i’m watching some fake, animatronic news anchor on television, talking away at the world and whatnot, when i turn or move my eyes, his head trails out on all corners like a fucking comet. the still picture of the image i see distorted into something horrible, the eyes long and slithering worms. the mouths frozen in gaping oblivion, getting larger and larger. and on this type of acid, this is where i know i’ve fucked up, but i can still try to get out of it. with acid, everything just kind of escalates. keep in a happy mood and you can blow your load, have an orgasm, without ever touching yourself. without your dick ever getting hard or your pussy ever getting wet. suddenly the rush of fluid, out of nowhere. now, freak out, and you could end up killing yourself. it’s scarier than anything you’ve ever seen. FUCK! get me a knife, get me a fucki-no, no, no, i can handle this. i start to stare at this picture across the room, across the boiling pink of the carpet, now so hostile, and the picture is of this skeleton holding a joint in his fingers. i’m transfixed by this picture, i’m counting the ribs and getting every single detail down, probably staring for an hour or two, but i can’t tell, i’m just trying not to freak out and get into a bad trip, spiral further and further down, but it’s a futile exercise. the geometric shapes twist into some horrible shapes. i start making inhuman grunting noises and this gets my friends laughing at me, which of course, scares me even more. my friend Jobe could really be a duck or it’s just my fucked up imagination. the beginning of the freak out just escalates and escalates. closing my eyes does not help since i see the same creatures coming at me. my laughter is replaced with horrible screaming, and it takes so long, so long for it to finally

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