Post by MeowMeowImFreddy on May 18, 2006 1:35:16 GMT -5
And now, the darkness flashes light. The dark and the light are actually the same if you really think about it. What is dark? Lack of light, what is Light? Lack of dark. Do lights illuminate rooms, or is it just darkness lacks around light bulbs? Whatever, who am I kidding? It's both. Lights a pretty cool thing. Recently physicists have developed methods to slow down, speed up, even reverse the travel of light. However the travel of light should definitely not be taken lightly. Oh hey another pun. You can read all about that in a scientific journal of sorts. We intend to show you the different frequencies of your mind. We? Who is we? Isn't we just I? Who am I? ... Wait... Am I myself or am I someone else? Maybe we is myself and my mind. That's a funny thought, because your mind controls your body, telling you things. Pain, hunger, when you need to piss, it even beats your heart and breathes for you. If it does all of this why the hell do we let people control our minds? Minds are pretty important you know. Whisks of smoke appear in my field of vision. Why such a general area? One can't really tell where hallucinations happen. In outer, inner, or other space? Is it just your mind looking at the world differently, or just you looking at what the mind tells you differently? It's all so confusing because really we never know and we never will know. Thoughts on hallucinogens are all very grand. You never find a small thought while on hallucinogens. Either you find buddha in your mind, or you figure out that we're all the same, or some other pseudo-stoner philosophy. What about the small things? What about the fact that twinkle twinkle little star, and the ABC's are the SAME SONG! Have you EVER figured that out? Bet not. Oh hey look, nonexistence. You know, it's a miracle I can even type, for imaginary door handles spring out of doors quite often, making it hard to really open the door. Forget OPENING the door, finding the door is hard enough. I now shall go.
Waking up in the middle of the night tripping balls on Diphenhydramine HCI, 400MG is a very particular experience. Getting off the bed, well...First you must figure out where you are. I find myself on a bed, I know that, but where? In a room, or wait, I see some stars, why would I be outside? I hear waterfalls and voices and flutes, so obviously I must be in a room. I hope I'm in a room. Well, l must find a way to get off this bed. How? I don't know, I see an edge but I don't know where it ends. Finding whats beneath it is even harder, a floor? Water? Sand? I don't know. But finally I just put my feet on the ground. Now I'm in a room, I hope, I feel the carpet. It's a very fluffy type of synthetic grass produced in tiles which you glue to wooden floors. Interesting concept of sorts, but to preserve my carpet from piss, I must really find the door. Oh gosh, this is going to be the devil. Walls with nothing on them. But wait, I blinked. Now they're green and contain a very Asian feel of older samurai housings. Dare I blink again? I must, tears are about to create waterfalls off of my face. Oh no, now I really have no clue where I am, am I in a movie? What is this..I see a door thankfully. Wait, I'm in my room! However the mind can't let you get away with something that easily. I know I have a door to my bathroom in my room, but what I see is a giant leather double door. Or my front door? Now my ha-oh no I blinked. Oh, a futuristic scheme, I don't mind, except now my arms have changed colour. This isn't very fun. Finally! A door handle. What do you think will happen when I go to reach it? I'm a lucky contestant of some celestial door game. Behind door A lies my bathroom. Behind door B lies, my bathroom. Why have two doors to the same place? That's no door, that's my bookcase! Let's open door A. What do you think will happen when I go to reach it? Muscle memory. My muscles have long ago remembered the precise force required to grab an existing door handle. In turn I end up grabbing nothing and clenching my hand into a fist. The door is playing tricks on me, I can hear it taunt my disillusionment of what is real and what isn't. Diphenhydramine (Diphen.) HCI is a very strange chemical which will act as a prequel to many people's altered-mind experiences. Sold at a local drug store, under many names, one of which well known as Benadryl. Careful should the hypothetical buyer of this $4.59 box be, some may be allergic to Diphen., and should be careful. Such a box comes in pills of 24, at 25MG in one pill. Some come with 50MG in one pill. Therefore you should be careful. 12 at 25mg is 300MG, a common dosage. 12 at 50, is 600MG. A very heavy trip, not for those with weak minds. 600MG, big deal, you don't really know it's 50mg per pill, so your friends call you a pussy and tell you to take 20 pills. 1000MG, if not lethal, will put you in a coma. Start out at smaller dosages, 300MG to start, and continue on as you please. All the “you”'s in the last many sentences are all hypothetical, because really who'd go and trip on Diphen? What a silly thought. However my thoughts currently are focused on finding the door handle, in an attempt to preserve the non-stained carpet I have. Feeling around the door was a bad idea, because once again my bookcase had turned into a door too. Realizing that I was tripping more than a stoned senile German, I finally found the door handle, the lack of actually seeing it, yet holding it, is a very philosophical experience. A silly concept to consider is all things that don't exist we can't see, however not everything we can't see doesn't exist. (Yes I will often rewrite sentences, trying to show you that the context of a sentence may radically change it's meaning). A healthy piss, a successful act, no falling and breaking bones, no pissing on the wall. Returning to bed had been easy.
Waking up in the middle of the night tripping balls on Diphenhydramine HCI, 400MG is a very particular experience. Getting off the bed, well...First you must figure out where you are. I find myself on a bed, I know that, but where? In a room, or wait, I see some stars, why would I be outside? I hear waterfalls and voices and flutes, so obviously I must be in a room. I hope I'm in a room. Well, l must find a way to get off this bed. How? I don't know, I see an edge but I don't know where it ends. Finding whats beneath it is even harder, a floor? Water? Sand? I don't know. But finally I just put my feet on the ground. Now I'm in a room, I hope, I feel the carpet. It's a very fluffy type of synthetic grass produced in tiles which you glue to wooden floors. Interesting concept of sorts, but to preserve my carpet from piss, I must really find the door. Oh gosh, this is going to be the devil. Walls with nothing on them. But wait, I blinked. Now they're green and contain a very Asian feel of older samurai housings. Dare I blink again? I must, tears are about to create waterfalls off of my face. Oh no, now I really have no clue where I am, am I in a movie? What is this..I see a door thankfully. Wait, I'm in my room! However the mind can't let you get away with something that easily. I know I have a door to my bathroom in my room, but what I see is a giant leather double door. Or my front door? Now my ha-oh no I blinked. Oh, a futuristic scheme, I don't mind, except now my arms have changed colour. This isn't very fun. Finally! A door handle. What do you think will happen when I go to reach it? I'm a lucky contestant of some celestial door game. Behind door A lies my bathroom. Behind door B lies, my bathroom. Why have two doors to the same place? That's no door, that's my bookcase! Let's open door A. What do you think will happen when I go to reach it? Muscle memory. My muscles have long ago remembered the precise force required to grab an existing door handle. In turn I end up grabbing nothing and clenching my hand into a fist. The door is playing tricks on me, I can hear it taunt my disillusionment of what is real and what isn't. Diphenhydramine (Diphen.) HCI is a very strange chemical which will act as a prequel to many people's altered-mind experiences. Sold at a local drug store, under many names, one of which well known as Benadryl. Careful should the hypothetical buyer of this $4.59 box be, some may be allergic to Diphen., and should be careful. Such a box comes in pills of 24, at 25MG in one pill. Some come with 50MG in one pill. Therefore you should be careful. 12 at 25mg is 300MG, a common dosage. 12 at 50, is 600MG. A very heavy trip, not for those with weak minds. 600MG, big deal, you don't really know it's 50mg per pill, so your friends call you a pussy and tell you to take 20 pills. 1000MG, if not lethal, will put you in a coma. Start out at smaller dosages, 300MG to start, and continue on as you please. All the “you”'s in the last many sentences are all hypothetical, because really who'd go and trip on Diphen? What a silly thought. However my thoughts currently are focused on finding the door handle, in an attempt to preserve the non-stained carpet I have. Feeling around the door was a bad idea, because once again my bookcase had turned into a door too. Realizing that I was tripping more than a stoned senile German, I finally found the door handle, the lack of actually seeing it, yet holding it, is a very philosophical experience. A silly concept to consider is all things that don't exist we can't see, however not everything we can't see doesn't exist. (Yes I will often rewrite sentences, trying to show you that the context of a sentence may radically change it's meaning). A healthy piss, a successful act, no falling and breaking bones, no pissing on the wall. Returning to bed had been easy.