2019-06-22 at 4:16 PM UTC
Many years ago I got some second hand wisdom from a friend and fellow fuck up, that the comedown is the best part. Thought this was obvious bullshit for a while, who the fuck does drugs for the comedown? Maybe it's my years of meditation, or psychedelic (ab)use, or a curse of the gods, but my hangovers (alcohol) have steadily become more in-your-face psychedelic as the years go on. Part of me thinks that it's some release of DMT because my body thinks its dying, but honestly my flesh has got to be used to this low grade level of poison by now. Instead of gaining a tolerance, every "trip" (laying in bed thirsty as hell) I go deeper and deeper.
Honestly, didn't think much of it for a while. The body and brain are weird, the mind eternally mysterious. But then I pushed things further than I thought was allowed for states. As I lay in bed recovering, thirsty, hungry, horny, and every other physiological urge fires off, my eyes drift off. Staring at my hand, it starts to dissolve into fractals that I follow for a while, but I know not to get sucked too deeply into any one thing. As I move my hand I paint with light and energy, my eyes are closed but I can see everything. At some point I muse that people pay lots of money for DMT and I'm sitting here having one of the most lucid, pure psychedelic trips you could hope for.
Was I dreaming?
2019-06-22 at 4:27 PM UTC
crashing on meth is an amazing feeling
2019-06-22 at 11:08 PM UTC
The hallucinations/visions and delirium of alcohol withdrawal would be kinda nice, the rest sucks fuckin ass.
