Posts Tagged ‘trip’

popcorn, its whats for dinner

April 29, 2010

welly welly welly well. apparently i was dosed with a pretty nasty dissociative chemical compound. i dont remember the exact name of it GX87, BT05, LMNOP123, some shit like that, fuck if i know what its called. all i know is that it took me on a slowmotion freight train ride right into the heart of hell. i stayed their for about a week. it was a living nightmare while it lasted, but now that it’s over i guess, like everything else, it had it’s moments. i still don’t feel 100% me, but hey, thats all part of the hallucinatory process. gotta trade off a little part of your self in exchange for that wacky ride. it’s worth it in the long run.
me and jennifer have been squatting at this flop house with a bunch of young psychonautic crust punk teenagers. we keep their heads full of acid and in exchange we get a cot, cable (suprisingly), and all the microwave popcorn we can eat. theirs probably over a thousand bags scattered around the place (one of the guys found an entire wholesale box full of act3 extra butter). only problem is that we dont have a microwave, so weve been coming up with creative ways to make em pop. but thats another story and another set of scars.
Anyway, Rodney, this real scrawny straight edge sharp is the one that filled me in on Dirty Dave’s little scheme. He dosed one of the jolly ranchers, one red cinnamon jolly rancher to be exact, with this extra crazy fucked up shit. i should of guessed something was up by how suspiciously that bright red rancher stood out in the bag of sour green apples. but like the cat, i got slaughtered by my own foolish curiosity. Rodney says that Dirty Dave has pulled this little number on more than a few of the guys. needless to say, retaliation is in the works.
either way though, and all else aside, no more lsd for me for a while. im sticking to a strictly no mind-fuck high from now on. plus theirs plenty of shard to go around here and i get a pretty decent exchange rate with my jolly ranchers.
we like it here so far. me and jenny get our privacy when need be. theirs plenty of interesting company around. we know our spot/cot is reserved. and i get to watch the discovery channel and cartoons all day with kids frying their brains out. it makes for very interesting conversations to say the least. most of these kids are alright. theyre crazy as hell and some of them mainline crank like its going out of style, but hey, weve all had our crazy days. and in an offbeat kinda way, i feel like they kind of look up to me, or at least they treat me with the respect i reckon all my pain and tribulations have earned me. i cant say that ive been treated with that sort of  deference from any one in a real long time. its nice.

don’t take the red one!

-Luke Havergal

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jolly

April 21, 2010

i havnt slept in four days. i cant stop having nightmares. my waking reality is in shambles. the heat don’t help neither. its texas heat, and it’s hot as hell. being on the streets aint bad so long as the breeze is blowin, but when summertime comes around, that ol texas weather will get you right down to the fucking marrow. it makes everything harder. of course frying on a head full of acid doesnt really help things out, but theirs little else to do with my time and the way i see it, the heats coming no matter what. might as well fry.

visions piled upon visions layer in my sun zapped mind. they cause me as much glee as they do distress. it’s been four days without a hit, but before that it was four days on. four full days of non stop, godfucking, hard as hell tripping. my mind may never be the same. and it’s in that regard that i find my self inhibited from sleep. ive been nodding off here and there, either from the sweat soaked heat exhaustion or just out of regular old tiredness. i can’t seem to grasp a good rest though. soon as my mind’s projector fires up a dream it’s always the same side effected maniacally twisted images, all mad raving insanity full force like a bullet screaming straight through my heart. i jerk out every time. my eyes havnt shut for more than a minute in what seems like forever.

jenny is worried that i may have taken a bad hit. we’ve been selling the acid on green apple jolly ranchers.¬†we sold about two dozen hits before having to reup with jenny’s ex lover dirty dave. jenny thinks dirty dave may have fucked with the new batch. either way my hallucinations havnt stopped, and the acids all worn out. visions continue to hit me like fast forward waves, repeatedly paralyzing me with new fear.

my world is now a shadow of it’s former self, it’s hot as hell and non stop fucked up.

-Luke Havergal