That L was fire. Completely lost all sense of reality during the peak, and couldn't even remember who or what I was, or if I really existed. I'd occasionally come down from the wave long enough to see someone I knew's face (albeit distorted), try to get back into some semblance of reality, only to be swept away again. This seemed to last eons, although I'd guess that it was 2 hours tops, based on the time I dropped and the time I came back and remembered that I was a person, not a bear spirit hybrid creature.
Visuals lasted at least a little bit 12 hours after dropping when I was finally able to go back to sleep. About 11 hours in, I caught a glimpse of my hand with a beam of sunlight hitting it, and could see blue blood under my skin, which turned red everytime I clenched my hand. I stared at that until I finally managed to fall asleep.
One of the weirder parts of my trip which didn't involve not comprehending what existence or reality even were at all (seriously, I had no ****ing idea at all - I couldn't remember anything from my life previously and thought I was a bear spirit or something insane) was a weird use of words. Like, when I was still tripping but not peaking anymore, I kept having weird memories of my childhood, and knew they were legit because the words were ones I remembered from my childhood.
One of these "words" was "Shpegwiddy-spideways". Which I apparently kept muttering to myself when I was completely disconnected from reality. The only explanation I offered was, "No, man, shpegwiddy-spideways is like a jungle gym, but not."
It's been over 24 hours since I dropped, and I'm still seeing tracers.
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
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Ironically I would say the actual comprehendable psychedelic art and stories are rarely drawn/written high, the awesome stuff is usually made while youre figuring out the trip on the comedown...brings it back to reality I guess
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