WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS HEAVY DRUG USE, ADULT LANGUAGE AND SOME PRETTY MESSED UP AND DISTURBING THOUGHTS.
This is the first chapter of a short story about the only bad trip I've ever had. Note that it probably didn't happen exactly as it's written, it's mainly just what I remember about the ****ed up state of mind I was in. I've wanted to write it since it happened, but kept putting it off. I found I had some free time today so I decided to start. It was the worst experience of my life, and I will never take LSD again because of it. I'm more of a Songwriter/Poet than a Story Writer so don't be too harsh with the criticism. I haven't given it a title yet, I'm going to wait until I'm finished.
Chapter 1
Bliss.
Lying in the middle of the forsaken field, I feel completely free. The stars I’m looking up at almost make me believe there is such a thing as true freedom.
In the dead center of nowhere, I look up to find an enormous stream of colors that some might call the sky. It’s so much more simplistic than that. All it really is, is a giant portrait of the universe reminding me how insignificant I am.
It feels better than anything I’ve ever felt. So simple.
I have nothing here, and it makes me free. There is about $50 dollars in my back pocket of my jeans, but all I think about is how nothing I ever do will matter at all. And the small grouping of fire ants crowding around the half eaten granola bar beside me. So single minded, I wish for a moment I could live on pure instinct. Complete Escape from anything and everything I ever knew.
So Incredibly Simple.
The music slowly escaping from the stage itself envelops me, as I realize I’m not the only one connected to this. The wild pack of people at the front of the stage let it take them over, and I see it move through them. I feel pity for them, because I'll never let anything take me over. I'm in control, always.
This nearly anonymous girl beside me says we should go back to the tent, it’s been a while since Jessica and Dom took approximately 4 Capsules of 100% pure MDMA and the haven’t come out to the stage yet. Dom did say he wanted to see The Radiators, but they just finished playing. I bet they’re ****ing. You see, Dom and Jessica had been together for over a year, and they supposedly love each other. Except Jessica Is moving back to good ol’ San Fran to be “roommates” with her good ol’ ex-boyfriend. I don't know why, but it makes me laugh to think about it.
**** love. Love doesn’t really exist. Or if it exists, It does a damn good job of hiding.
I’d make love my bitch before I’ll ever find it.
Anonymous girl and I had each eaten 6 Hits of Lysergic Acid Diethylamide. I think about that word for a split moment. We give ridiculous names to everything. The next moment I say to under my breath, “**** science. I never needed to know any of it.”
Killing ourselves with over-complexity. One day everyone will speak their own god damn language.
“What?”, says anonymous girl.
“Nothing, I didn’t say anything. At all”
“You ****ing weird, kid”
“Yeah, well I don’t even remember you’re ****ing name. You’re exactly the same as every other middle class high school dress-up doll.”
Well that’s what I wanted to say, I guess I never really did have the balls to say what I meant. I probably said something like this,
“You just haven’t really got to know me. Lets go smoke a bowl.”
The part of me that said that was the part that was somewhat sexually attracted to this mediocre looking girl, with absolutely no depth of character. A walking Barbie doll that thinks she’s living for a reason. And all I could think about is how much I want to take her back into that tent **** her brains out.
I feel disappointed in myself.
A minor sense of disgust.
This isn’t me.
I don’t understand why I’m thinking this way,
But I don’t even care anymore.
Nothing matters.
We’ll all die someday.
As I think about that sentence,
I can’t understand why it’s so comforting.
So Mother-****ing Simple.
This is the first chapter of a short story about the only bad trip I've ever had. Note that it probably didn't happen exactly as it's written, it's mainly just what I remember about the ****ed up state of mind I was in. I've wanted to write it since it happened, but kept putting it off. I found I had some free time today so I decided to start. It was the worst experience of my life, and I will never take LSD again because of it. I'm more of a Songwriter/Poet than a Story Writer so don't be too harsh with the criticism. I haven't given it a title yet, I'm going to wait until I'm finished.
Chapter 1
Bliss.
Lying in the middle of the forsaken field, I feel completely free. The stars I’m looking up at almost make me believe there is such a thing as true freedom.
In the dead center of nowhere, I look up to find an enormous stream of colors that some might call the sky. It’s so much more simplistic than that. All it really is, is a giant portrait of the universe reminding me how insignificant I am.
It feels better than anything I’ve ever felt. So simple.
I have nothing here, and it makes me free. There is about $50 dollars in my back pocket of my jeans, but all I think about is how nothing I ever do will matter at all. And the small grouping of fire ants crowding around the half eaten granola bar beside me. So single minded, I wish for a moment I could live on pure instinct. Complete Escape from anything and everything I ever knew.
So Incredibly Simple.
The music slowly escaping from the stage itself envelops me, as I realize I’m not the only one connected to this. The wild pack of people at the front of the stage let it take them over, and I see it move through them. I feel pity for them, because I'll never let anything take me over. I'm in control, always.
This nearly anonymous girl beside me says we should go back to the tent, it’s been a while since Jessica and Dom took approximately 4 Capsules of 100% pure MDMA and the haven’t come out to the stage yet. Dom did say he wanted to see The Radiators, but they just finished playing. I bet they’re ****ing. You see, Dom and Jessica had been together for over a year, and they supposedly love each other. Except Jessica Is moving back to good ol’ San Fran to be “roommates” with her good ol’ ex-boyfriend. I don't know why, but it makes me laugh to think about it.
**** love. Love doesn’t really exist. Or if it exists, It does a damn good job of hiding.
I’d make love my bitch before I’ll ever find it.
Anonymous girl and I had each eaten 6 Hits of Lysergic Acid Diethylamide. I think about that word for a split moment. We give ridiculous names to everything. The next moment I say to under my breath, “**** science. I never needed to know any of it.”
Killing ourselves with over-complexity. One day everyone will speak their own god damn language.
“What?”, says anonymous girl.
“Nothing, I didn’t say anything. At all”
“You ****ing weird, kid”
“Yeah, well I don’t even remember you’re ****ing name. You’re exactly the same as every other middle class high school dress-up doll.”
Well that’s what I wanted to say, I guess I never really did have the balls to say what I meant. I probably said something like this,
“You just haven’t really got to know me. Lets go smoke a bowl.”
The part of me that said that was the part that was somewhat sexually attracted to this mediocre looking girl, with absolutely no depth of character. A walking Barbie doll that thinks she’s living for a reason. And all I could think about is how much I want to take her back into that tent **** her brains out.
I feel disappointed in myself.
A minor sense of disgust.
This isn’t me.
I don’t understand why I’m thinking this way,
But I don’t even care anymore.
Nothing matters.
We’ll all die someday.
As I think about that sentence,
I can’t understand why it’s so comforting.
So Mother-****ing Simple.
aim: IMB3AU
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