I justtook a colassal hit from my hookah at the stroke of midnihgt and now I'm incredibly, incredibly....enlongated. everything seems super far away. hell, this screen looks at east a good mile away. but only one eye is really abording it. There's a cactus that's blocking the watter suppy to my other tye. I think it's my right eye that's actually in control. it's making me turn my body to one side, kind of in the same manner that an oar paddel moves aside and such. I just took a break from tpyuing and realized that the previous paragraph is the fucckiest.,....I kknow that's a typo but I AM HAVING such increible hard time trying to either remember or put into words what I meant to say. Shit, I thought meant was a typo for a second, too. My good eye feels really cold in the corner and now my third eye has control of ,my knees. who knew man.....who fuckin knew. but I'm still turning to the side that my right eye toldme do before. everything feels like a magic eye puzzle. as long as my right eye doesn't move, the picture stays focused and diorama like. but when my left eye pulls it too far away from what I'm doing, my focus strays to something outside this tunnel I feel to be looking through, and the magic eyes illusion breaks. the mirror behind the wall tends to bend inwards, like at the fun houses right, and sorta sucks you in. but then you start to feel like you're falling backwards. and I know I'm fuckin stoned so I shouldnt fear falling for real (because rest assured, toking makes everythig surreal), but I know this and I'm afraid anyway, and have to obey my right eye and put everything in my feild of vision where it tells me to......shit I dont know. I tried to correct a typo and edned up forgetting what the fuck I was sying ) I' sorry!god I feel lime I'vr been typing forever but as far as my left eye can take me, ....dammit frogot again. yeah. as far as it can go, this really isnt a lot of text at all. and Im fucking stoned off my ass, even ,moreso than when I FIDrst started wrting this.and I know ther's a lot of pointless typos.....I could probably go back and collect them, but then i get sidetracked and in my rish to correct spelling and such....shit I forgot. I had someting vclever to say there. but that last typo, I conciously knew that I could've corrected it, but I didn't because .....I FOrgoy because. shit. I really wish I could end this post, but i can't find the button you press to submit. and I keep thinking things that are either the ,most prolliant shit on the planet ot....FUCK. oh god this must sound prety fucked up. I'm not crazy enough to believe tha.....dammit. there it goes again. SHIT I just realize dhow fuckin funny this is. i'm trying not to laugh because....I'm not sure. but this is sof cuking funny. I just accidentally typedm" tunny" instead of funny and that rhymed with HUNy which is pooh bear's shitty spelling of "honey" and I dont know. oh wait, yeah, that was fucking funny. oh god none of this shit seems so real the past few times Ive been getting stoned, I CAN"T THInk of anyhting to send anny command though my body without a memory attatched. I am looking at this screen now and b eing bombared by images from my childhood. when you move your finger you thinl "move, finger!" but when I'm putting a command like that thru my body, its not processed that way. you dig? instread of like that it becomes like the memory goes through mu body instead of the command, but somehow its will doth still be done. but its not even a direct memory, dig? its a shape or a color or a vague combination of the two, combined with some of the background imagery, and I see that and process it the second time and associate it with a memroy. and I think "shit thats nicoles house, so dark and blue and uncomfortable with an air of salutary negclect.: and that memorys come to me a lot lately. akmost exclusivley.SHIT my stomach is having contractions. SHIT SHIT SHIT Ifeel ike I'mhavingsex on this chair....the stomach is pulling me in that way, then going out and its a really powerful contraction and GOD I need to fucking go to bed and END this if I could only find how....
when i first started smoking, i would find myself digging up all these memories, which to me where quite hidden or even thought to be long gone... i would imagine these boxes, with memories, and how i would be able to have access to them only when stoned, and at first it was all this vague shit, like logos, and pictures, but that evolved into me digging up full memories, where i found myself reliving them, feeling what i felt emotionally and physically, the sights, the smells, the temp, everything in the same exact way as it happened....sometimes nostalgia would hit me like a horse, but i liked it.... now when i get stoned, i still associate with distant memories, or even feel that i've been where i'm at, or seen the things i'm seeing... i like that about weed. oh btw, i'd love to be in the state you're in, hope you rid it out nicely.
I'm sort of glad I made this post last night, because that phenomena is something I can't really grasp or describe while sober. Now I have documentation! But I think you've pretty much got it right. It's just vague color, shape, and image retrievals that connotate a specific memory that's so distant it doesn't seem to exist anymore, except in these unspecific, incomplete recollections. Glad to know I'm not the only one.
haha i laughed loads when i was reading that damn funny stuff. I know what you mean about the forgetting thing, when Im stoned i sometime forget even my best friends names and other stuff like that
THAT HAPPENS TO ME TOO! haha it doesnt happen to any of my friends and they all think im like psycho or something.
you know what you did? you observed the processes of (and manifested) whats known as the 'subconscious'. everything you think of IS a memory. and most things are memories from when you were a young child, before you can remember. because those memories became who you are and how you percieve the world, instead of recallable events. just vague connectiosn within yuopr brain that are recollected -subconsciously- whenever you are consciously awake.
I can often recall summer (it's winter now) and I can actually feel the hot sand between my toes when I wriggle them, and I feel like (even though I have a shirt on) that I am getting sunburned. Of course, it only happens when I smoke our infamous "crackweed" which we believe is laced with something white.
really? u can make weed a religion if u get 10 000 people to sign a petition. u can say that u smoke weed as a daily ritual an every sunday or whateva day....its like church. everyone jst gathers 4 a big smoke up. an u can worship the god of weed
