High Enlightenment
by dharmapunk33
She left me in the dust spitting out tiny fragmented pieces of rock she had kicked up on her speedy escape. Screw her, right? Filthy degenerate whore! One day it will come to her as surprise that she forgot behind the quart of rum and carton of marb reds she had purchased the night before. Ha, that'll show her to mess with me! The low life we'll be rumming around, screwing new bitches, full force in some lunatic dyke orgy but completly incapable of reaching climax because her mind will be lost and yet fixated, visualizing the multitudes partaking in her missing barcardi. Her, always thinking, always wondering "What, where.. where the **** did I leave my goods??" And me, I'll be taking great pleasure in these goods; kicked back, last house on the left, in the smokey basement of a strange and familair barrio drug den. Catching up with Carlito and dirt bag Rick while we get heavily iinto an ounce or so of home made hash. ****, probably even bake brownies with the ****. I dunno..
Of course, this all resides only in my head. I've always been borderline delusional, at least, I slowly became that way overtime. Probably that 3 month binge, over eating high doses of purple metalic flakes of psybocilin from mushrooms hand picked out of various cowshit fields . Not even waiting for the lil things to dry out.Some nights they were the main course while other nights I discovered em sprinkled a top my hamburgers or brewed up in a nice cup of tea in which I deligently sipped. The god awful stuff will have you mad in no time at all. I speak from a long track record of the ****.
At first it's all paradise, every sense the human body can conjure up, is distorted to the poiint where you HEAR colors and SEE music. You can't be certain of whats going on, it happens, you accept it and then ride the sucker out. But... when your bestfriend whose, for reasons unknown, prompt up on the kitchen counter taking the shape of a monkey with wild untamed, pearl white angelic wings, you begin to question the true agenda of those closest to you.You lose all trust in anything good while being pushed over the edge and deciding to eternally side with the bad. I mean, what else are you expected to do, he/she is a monkey! Maybe my sub-concious was trying to warn me. In between the lines, there is a subliminal message. Evolution is ****!! We've gone from monkey, to man, and now before my eyes I see we are backsliding into our primitive ways again. Maybe another message?? Yes, ya see, cause now he's a fish. Did we come from fish?? Whats the message, where's it at??
Thats often the thing about drugs. You get acid freaks trying to "break on through" only to come out of it and totally jumble whatever beautiful insight the gods gave them. This has happened to me once, maybe more, but, I only bring up memories from that one trip.
I was mixing pot, booze, and mushrooms late one night at a high school party. Except, I wasn't in high school. I was 2 years past graduation at this point. In this world, it was all the same. Hang together, Get high together. Maybe the other way around? On this particular night, I wasn't prepared for the combinations. The drugs, yes, but the people had strange vibes, very different auras all around me. Pink floyd played low in the background, which was perfect until paranoia started kicking my ****. It sneaked up from the back when that sinister son of a bitch, Rico, walked through the door.
We had a conversation about his son, which really wasn't his son at all, but a cousin's bastard son whom he often played Daddy to. The whole thing sounded weird if you asked me. Some unkind incestuous act that years later the lil bastard child would be extremely effected by. What happens when Rico has kids of his own, dies, and leaves his fortune to the hier, lil Rico or Ricolette Jr. The bastard kid is gonna be all twisted, truly mind **** because he thought he was the hier. The lil one will probably go on a **** rampage, masacuring the entire family and no one will be left with Dead Rico's fortune. I pondered this as he spoke and thought I should ask him to leave it to me just in case. Hmmmmm.. maybe later.
Right now wasn't the time. No not now,not when we we're lined up in a real drug frenzy anxiously awaiting the gods to deliver us some **** revelation, even nirvana maybe!
The vibrations kicked in first. Between the music, all the bodies flaotiing around and clouds of marijuana smoke, it was hard knowing what exactly was taking place. I kept asking myself, "What are you doing here?" The answer never came, and if it did, I wouldnt realize it until many years later and all these people had long disappeared.
Its funny how it all resulted, because that night, despite my ego for it wasn't there. I truly felt as if I were stuck in the center of the world and everything around me was somehow perversly connected to only me. I mean ****, some sick bastard was after me. I couldn't say who, but I sensed it from the way they all looked at me. There were at least six of em that were kindred souls of some kind, if not from a past life, then defiantly from this last month. I was determined to figure it all out, and this trip was only the begining.
Of course, this all resides only in my head. I've always been borderline delusional, at least, I slowly became that way overtime. Probably that 3 month binge, over eating high doses of purple metalic flakes of psybocilin from mushrooms hand picked out of various cowshit fields . Not even waiting for the lil things to dry out.Some nights they were the main course while other nights I discovered em sprinkled a top my hamburgers or brewed up in a nice cup of tea in which I deligently sipped. The god awful stuff will have you mad in no time at all. I speak from a long track record of the ****.
At first it's all paradise, every sense the human body can conjure up, is distorted to the poiint where you HEAR colors and SEE music. You can't be certain of whats going on, it happens, you accept it and then ride the sucker out. But... when your bestfriend whose, for reasons unknown, prompt up on the kitchen counter taking the shape of a monkey with wild untamed, pearl white angelic wings, you begin to question the true agenda of those closest to you.You lose all trust in anything good while being pushed over the edge and deciding to eternally side with the bad. I mean, what else are you expected to do, he/she is a monkey! Maybe my sub-concious was trying to warn me. In between the lines, there is a subliminal message. Evolution is ****!! We've gone from monkey, to man, and now before my eyes I see we are backsliding into our primitive ways again. Maybe another message?? Yes, ya see, cause now he's a fish. Did we come from fish?? Whats the message, where's it at??
Thats often the thing about drugs. You get acid freaks trying to "break on through" only to come out of it and totally jumble whatever beautiful insight the gods gave them. This has happened to me once, maybe more, but, I only bring up memories from that one trip.
I was mixing pot, booze, and mushrooms late one night at a high school party. Except, I wasn't in high school. I was 2 years past graduation at this point. In this world, it was all the same. Hang together, Get high together. Maybe the other way around? On this particular night, I wasn't prepared for the combinations. The drugs, yes, but the people had strange vibes, very different auras all around me. Pink floyd played low in the background, which was perfect until paranoia started kicking my ****. It sneaked up from the back when that sinister son of a bitch, Rico, walked through the door.
We had a conversation about his son, which really wasn't his son at all, but a cousin's bastard son whom he often played Daddy to. The whole thing sounded weird if you asked me. Some unkind incestuous act that years later the lil bastard child would be extremely effected by. What happens when Rico has kids of his own, dies, and leaves his fortune to the hier, lil Rico or Ricolette Jr. The bastard kid is gonna be all twisted, truly mind **** because he thought he was the hier. The lil one will probably go on a **** rampage, masacuring the entire family and no one will be left with Dead Rico's fortune. I pondered this as he spoke and thought I should ask him to leave it to me just in case. Hmmmmm.. maybe later.
Right now wasn't the time. No not now,not when we we're lined up in a real drug frenzy anxiously awaiting the gods to deliver us some **** revelation, even nirvana maybe!
The vibrations kicked in first. Between the music, all the bodies flaotiing around and clouds of marijuana smoke, it was hard knowing what exactly was taking place. I kept asking myself, "What are you doing here?" The answer never came, and if it did, I wouldnt realize it until many years later and all these people had long disappeared.
Its funny how it all resulted, because that night, despite my ego for it wasn't there. I truly felt as if I were stuck in the center of the world and everything around me was somehow perversly connected to only me. I mean ****, some sick bastard was after me. I couldn't say who, but I sensed it from the way they all looked at me. There were at least six of em that were kindred souls of some kind, if not from a past life, then defiantly from this last month. I was determined to figure it all out, and this trip was only the begining.
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