Paradise Mind

January 11th, 2019

11th of January

This year we shall take a tab of acid once the new year begins.

10/12 of a tab has been ingested. another 1/8 could be next.
"white vans gang"
1/4 has been consumed.
"hot damn" -friend
13/12 has been consumed.
Things are moderately stable.
Another 1/4. The journey will never end. Sleep doesn't exist.
Roughly, our journey began around 5 pm. it's 11:20 pm now. no real visuals. Intense thoughts. Rick and Morty.

We thought we duplicated a remote. My friend had a remote for her apple tv. Suddenly, there were two. We cried. We laughed and we realized. We broke reality.

The description of acid is better left unknown.

Someone on the paper looking at someone who's on the wall has doll eyes.

This is our vacation. Our vacation to the void. It's a beautiful beach with a red, pink sunset. Yellow sand.

Even on a molecular level, I'm being fucked with.

We critiqued Rick and Morty. The tv morphs into itself. Everything is a wave.

I close my eyes and there are happy shrooms.

The void is separate. The void is unique.

My friend spilled water and she felt as if the water became her. She didn't feel the water.

We went on an igloo trip to do acid

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Acid thoughts:

Drugs are being taken for research.

Rick and Morty: season 3 episode 5; 20:00
Life changing.

There are steps in a high. You step up the staircase as your mind escalates. The top is beautiful. It's madness and bliss in one motion. The visuals. The colors, so vibrant and blurry. The train of thought. The laughter. The insanity. The questions. The endless attempts for answers. We were isolating with happiness. It was our journey.
Rick and Morty.
It was ours.
Acid.

Sometimes things get too quick and I can't remember what I just thought. It's a struggle as I attempt to type. The feeling of the vibrations ring in my ears. Morty. The happiness.

The feeling of always feeling something different all at once.

Recovering is the core of the process.
Writing is the key to memory.
0 to 100. the answer to every question.

The perspectives are parallel now, all visible in the chemical's eye.

It seems endless sometimes, but it's always cheerful. Rick and Morty plays through the course of the process.

Remember the bones. I feel my bones at their core, my skin is a weight hanging all over. It was balanced despite the looking of it. The thought of only being able to feel your bones in your arms, legs.
The feeling of shelter. The feeling that there was no meat on the bones. Don't feel sad. You love the way you are. Love is what matters.

Him. He had an empty column next to his name. He was blank. Who he was. Who was he? What did I know? Nothing. That's why his name was blank. Coincidence? He's 2D to you and you deserve a 3D man for you.

I live in the show. The feelings. The tone. The plot was you. Everything made sense. The endless portals led to one. A singular home on their planet. Their comfort space. The stability. The endless stream of wild thoughts run through your mind while the tv plays behind you. The thought process is endless yet it connects fluidly, so beautifully. through the molecular level, everything connects.