DOSE:

Unknown

BODY WEIGHT:

165 lb

[Reported Substance: 'Unknown Tryptamine I believe or nBome or similar']
[Reported Dose: 'a few grains less than 4 mg']

it’s important to remember, to recall, that these memories, and thoughts, of suicide, and love and lust, they are only that: just memories. Chemicals that connect us to things we can’t describe. Explain it away anyhow you try to. I’m fine. Recall : this trip is just a voyage on eternal seas that collide in a place that is both all of Cosmic and Electric, and Bio-Chemical.

There is no in or out. Inner is the way. Pace yourself or move in spurts, you’ll get there anyway.

I forget this so many times, thoughts of genocide and suicide abound in my twisted mind. How and Why and who am I? A lowly Psychonaut.

My story is not important.

My History is of the utmost inner Sanctum Space or here and Now is.

Look and you will see, but what is it you’re looking at you may find out too soon or late there are No Absolutes.

None whatsoever.

So what I ingest is how I am is Who I’ve begun to be.

I am only here in all this chemistry..

The drugs are thoughts, the thoughts are drugs, the implications interactions, to a place I can’t quite know without receiving a reaction.

I’m not always sure where I am, who I am, or what I’ve been up to

So I want you all to know, that you can find it too.

It isn’t easy, and it isn’t sweet. It’s a Bitter Reality. But its the truth, and it is freeing, like what you’re on right now.

The Best Stuff.

Life.

Dreaming inside of your own Little Universe within that Skull of yours. It’s so quite that simple.

This is Where we are.

Take the pill. It’s All Ready in Your Head.

I’ts All Ready; in your head/


Lunar facilities, extensive abilities, impressive agility; the way I feel when I’m on You. Get it in your orifice, pick one, any one will do; I think you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t already knew.


You knew this entire time, and we knew you did, too.

Admission isn’t of guilt, but equilibrium. Spectrums are hazy, but that’s their definition. There isn’t any happy medium, when you’re looking at a particle whose wave is the same thing.

Deeper in Still

Deeper instill.

The way out is In.

Like me?

Love me..

And we begin again.


Find me, and shove me, can’t we begin again?
Meander to a pace that’s rounder than your skin
and softer than that little plane that you’ve been liven; in. Exhaustion is the only way that you’ll ever get me In.

I’m halfway there but every song that ever had a rhythm or a lyric’s on my lips and in my head if not literally, then in spirit.

I can’t explain describe the Truth, I can’t say I’m familiar, But when I take those little tabs I know it’s what i’m infer.
Infer anything you like from this the substance takes it’s shape

I can’t be shure of what I took, but hello, cant you tell it’s here with me?

I’ll be sitting next to you right now, you’re reading this report. I can taste your sweat and chemicals, I’m there and that’s just all that i can suppport

truth is something relative within you
and yet still it’s ultimate

and intimate and lush, secure, like a one=computer internet;

it’s you.

Exp Year: 2012	ExpID: 105305
Gender: Not Specified
Age at time of experience: 23
Published: Nov 4, 2016	Views: 1,681
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