Now before i write this i just want to say this is a fictional story that i thought up, and wanted to think what people thought of it/how i could improve. I would love comments, and debates about any political or otherwise views that i may stick in their, depending on how good my memory and imagination is. Well, i hope you enjoy, please leave comments. Rated Mature by the way, has mature themes and stuff!
It was about two, when the poison was taken. The poison that would rock my world in two, and simultaneously take it to a better place than this normal, sane earth. I sit patiently on the couch, sipping on a straw like plastic tube, slowly sucking vaporized THC crystals into my lungs, hoping for a speedier climb out of this universe. Time goes by normally, minutes turn to hours, etc. etc. Then a funny feeling washes over me. I feel like a comedy club had erroneously decided to play on my skin, but the jokes weren't very funny. I just knew it wasn't norm. As my body sits, confused, my brain begins to feel as if it took a step in incredibly dense fog. My brain was able to think, but logic began to loose meaning more and more. I say to myself, "All aboard."
I noticed a hat, one with green clovers on a light green background. Or perhaps it was light green on green. Then cloudiness and the funniness suddenly changed form. And I took my first steps into the realm different than the one we humans are used to. I sit, eagerly waiting for the breathing to start. I knew it was coming. I had taken that poison on purpose. Call me Romeo, or Juliet or whoever of the 21st century. And the devil himself came to bring me my present. My prize for the deed I had done. I sat, looking at a white wall that seemed to become the most interesting thing to me in the world. My brain was so clouded I couldn't help but focus on something lest i go into the cloudy realm of thought that undoubtedly held more demons than I wished to confront.
The lines on the wall, and the colors of it, (coupled with the nice sunlight from the window behind me) seemed to stand out a lot more than usual. Then I decided to leave for the winter. The patterns and lines on the wall started to slowly change position. The would seem to waver a little bit, yet it was almost hard to notice (mostly due to my brains cloudiness). The I looked down at the carpet. I could notice patterns forming around the normal patterns, and it almost seemed as if the patterns were flowing continually. Almost. This amazed me. I was naive then, I had no clue I had only made it to the outskirts of town.
Well, by this time, i thought it seemed strange to be just staring at seemingly nothing, so i decided to continue watching TV (I had been watching TV while waiting, but I took a glance at the walls, and the floor just to test how far I had gone). The TV looked different. The reds, and greens, and maybe blues just stuck out at me. It was as if someone had taken a crayon, and was continuously coloring in the random spots of intense color. I tried to follow the story, but everything was just too confusing to think about. My sober seat neighbor, who just happened to be an enemy of mine, tried to explain to me after I asked, and I kind of got the basic plot. Like, as if you are beginning to understand something, and before you are able to picture it in your mind, it seems like it is at the edge of your mind, waiting patiently for the right time. Well the fact that I semi-understood what happened satisfied me so I continued watching the movie. There was a chase scene I think, and these two plain women were being chased by a lot of cop cars. Of course to please the American masses the two women (who I assumed were the main characters) were able to withstand the cops for a while, managing to topple a couple cars, and otherwise cause mayhem. Well, they got to the edge of this cliff, and after a few final words, the two women, without fear, drove off the cliff. I sat on that couch, stunned. Completely and utterly stunned that someone would such a, seemingly at the time, idiotic thing to do. I immediately protested their actions, and got mixed responses from my 3 friends, and the enemy sitting next to me.
Well, the television began to bore me. At that moment, i noticed a budding dislike in my chest of that television. It was a small emotion, something i could ignore even in this state, but nonetheless the dislike was still present. I began to let my eyes wonder. Over to the wall, which i noticed had started to get a few patterns stemming from the original lines. A continuously flowing shadow seemed to snake on the wall, in the patterns it laid it. "Wow... thats not normal." I thought to myself. Something was amiss... but what? U began to look at the floor. Same thing, but more patterns because of the already intricate designs that were already there. The shadows began to slowly change color, not drastically, but a noticeable amount. The rug was alive with the shadow snakes that I would come to love. They curved and twisted on the rug, creating patterns that the novice artist could never dream of replicating.
I looked at the couch. Patterns were beginning to form, but nothing major. I looked at the TV, still turned on, and noticed the hat. I felt something was different about that hat. Some incredibly important different between me and it that i felt I needed to know. Something that would either save me, or throw me into the dark oblivion of insanity. I looked at it closer. I noticed the shamrocks on the hat were moving it seemed. Like getting bigger and smaller. Breathing a little bit, but moving a little while doing so, as if they were in one perpetual tango. This hat would be important later. I could feel it.
I kept looking at things for a while, but decided to make conversation with my friends instead. After all, I had an energy in me that was trying to burst out of my stomach. I would not be happy with sitting still for long. Saw we talked about things. Our eyes wide open, and every topic of utmost interest, and deserving a long conversation about them. The simplest jokes had us giggling like school girls for minutes instead of seconds. Laughing brought the best feeling in the world, and the happiness that had built in my brain was enough to feed starving children. Eventually, the nerve racking television got to us all. We all looked at it with disdain and hatred, and we all noticed the shared and equal hate of the blasted thing. It was controlling our thoughts! Trying to keep us interested while they took our souls, and sold them to their cash cow companies. Well not us we decided. And we overthrew the tyranny of the television, and continued with the most important conversations that would ever be had. We talked about utter bullshit, but the fact that this bull was so important blew our minds, and fascinated to the point where we couldn't stop.
We sat there, laughing about nothing, commenting on the color change, and the breathing, and the rays of lights. We smoked more THC, to intensify the world we were in. We talked quietly, we argued vehemently, we laughed at jokes, all these without any semblance of separation or order. We had arrived to town, and I was here to stay for a while.
Alright, I decided that would be a great place to stop for part one, I don't want to make this blog to long. Thanks for reading! Please comment, and I hope you all enjoyed my story. If people want I will definitely continue this story, because It isn't even close to finished, and there is a lot more to this story. If not, then oh well, I hope you enjoyed it anyway.
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You're only going to get replies from certain types of people. It can be hard to relate to the experience for someone who hasn't been down that road.
Overall, the story was good. I would have liked to see more time spent on the 'enemy'. What did he represent? Why was he the enemy? What kind of feelings does he evoke? What was his role/function?
Additionally, spending more time on the concept of patterns in the carpet/wall/ceiling would be worthwhile. It's hard to understand for someone who hasn't 'been there'. Maybe comparing it to laying in bed and letting the mind wander through the different forms that can be found on the wall with a sort of mental connect-the-dots... but multiplied by thousands. How the forms aren't just shoddy line drawing representations, but each thing the eye catches plays out as a movie, a complete concept.
Maybe you can confirm this, but the experience of the shifting patterns is both subtle and absolutely obvious. You'll be looking at the wall, mesmerized by the shifting scenes, yet it seems so natural and engaging. It's as if 'of course, that's how walls look'. But it's not. A wall is very solid looking normally, but on acid a wall is simply alive. The mind wanders over all of it, launched off on tangents by each possible look-alike.
Sometimes, you'll look at something and not know whether what you're seeing is an effect of the drug, or something as it should be. I remember looking at my computer screen and genuinely not knowing whether icons were animated in reality or whether they were moving because of my altered perception. The line blurs at times.
Additionally, the part about the disdain for the TV is great. It sort of exemplifies the difference between centralized control (TV) and decentralized participation (internet).
Keep up the good work, but it's important to write for oneself. People will understand or they won't. True writing comes from a need inside oneself.
Thanks man thats encouraging.
Yeah i was going to continue with all the themes in the story, the enemy (who is a non-intoxicated person btw), the patterns, etc. in additional parts, but since no one seemed to care i didn't bother writing any more haha. I found it pretty difficult to put in words how I saw the forming patterns, and what you have said pretty much explains it the best I could think of.
Yeah, and you are completely right about the patterns. They are there, and when you notice them, you are like "woah, the walls are have patterns" but it just seems right. It seems as if the wall was supposed to have patterns all along, but then your mind just wonders off. You don't even notice them for a while, as if you forget about them, and then you notice again, and the same feeling of surprise, but correctness comes again. Then you just can't help but look at the scenery. I remember looking at a wall ( I was going to mention this in additional parts of the story) where It would seem to go from when it was new, with fresh pink paint, and no cracks, and it would progress through time, loosing more and more color, and gaining more and more cracks, and going back and forth. Time on acid is not time here.
Thanks for the encouragement. I think im going to continue this story, whether or not people like it. Hopefully, next time I can collect my thoughts a little better.
The time comment is brilliant: that time on acid is not normal time. I know what you're talking about with the viewing of a 3-d object seeming to progress in 4 dimensions. You stare at something static and it just refuses to stand still. It lives out all of its lives and incarnations in a vibrant dance right in front of your eyes, changing from new and sparkling to old and weathered then back again, then a different kind of change happens, then ... and so on. Awww you're making me nostalgic :-)
Exactly. I told one of my friends, who was sober but about to take the same trip that i was currently on, "Walls, and really anything standing still wants to tell you its life story, and you become the best listener in the world" Its crazyness, but incredibly enlightening. You gain a new appreciation for "normal" time when you experience non-normal time haha.