Fuckers came at him from all sides
Type of Spiritual Experience
I can't believe how much he took and how many drugs he took at the same time, he must be utterly nuts, still it makes for interesting reading
A description of the experience
Extracted from A New Alloy Blooms in the Crucible - Syrian Rue, Cacti - T. peruvianus, 2C-E, 4-AcO-DMT & DMT - by Nowhereman Source EROWID Vaults
[Amazing overdose on all this!]
My throat is suddenly parched, doubtless a symptom of the massive water draw this pseudo-allergic reaction is causing. If there’s a cup of water nearby I’ll never find it in this condition. I must make it to the bathroom sink. I sit up in bed and stare through cascading tears into the torrent of visuals before me. But this lachrymose sight is also a feeling: one of having gone too far.
I am strongly disoriented and my head feels hot. I am the heat ripples radiating from the forehead that houses the febrile dream of a blessedly-mad mental patient. Major ego-tectonic activity being registered here… shit. My psycho-strata are shifting like alternating layers of clear hot oil and ice, creating isolated bubbles of immiscible thoughts and sensations, though all transparent to each other and growing evermore fluid.
On my way to the bathroom I need to defend myself from an ambush by my treacherous walls and open closet doors. Fuckers come at me the three-hundred-and-sixty-first degree of lateral planer rotation, which I didn’t expect. Making my defense is quite an ordeal because my hands are still four feet behind me. But I finally pull through and make it to the bathroom