I didn't get caught...(didn't know where else to put this)

but I had an experience I can never forget. My friends and I were on a mountain, in the dark and cold. We were smoking purple haze and as we were passing around the pipe, I felt a little giggly, that was about it, but then a wave of numbness stopped me in my tracks. I was rubbing my hands down my legs and then I couldn't feel anything and as I breathed I felt I was breathing too much. I was three thousand miles away from everything but still in my own body. I stood up and then so did everyone else, they were telling me to stay cool but I didn't know I was freaking out. Everything I said seemed to be a little muted- and very slow. And as I stood up the movement I made was twirling around me and the numbness was still there. I tried to explain it to my friends but they told me to be quiet so I did. Every little move I made made me dizzy and I swirled around my friends, zooming in on them and figuring that they were 3D characters in a play. The mountain seemed like a set on a play- they were the huge crew. Like people in movies make little scenes and put big people in them to make them seem real- that was my group. They were standing in a circle talking and when they laughed I did the same. Just to make sure I was there. They were still popped out of the scenery and then they told me to walk down the mountain, every rock popped out and controlled my vision. I was walking so slow, to catch everything on the mountain side- especially the rocks. As we got back to my friend's house the same thing happened- swirling, numbness, and to get up made me so dizzy I had to sit down. After I sat down I laid down and then the swirls where in my mind- I was sleeping but when I opened my eyes I felt the numbness become circulation, a motion, of me spinning even though I was still. My heart beat was so fast, pumping in my chest, arms, ears, legs, feet. And as I closed my eyes I was spinning and spinning. For a moment I thought I was a dead person with a heart beat, stuck in a coffin of numbness and a mute voice. Then I thought I was the most beautiful thing, that my numbness was a new philosophy- that we're numb until we find the truth. I couldn't find it, though. After that I felt scared and after that I felt like water- every movement I made was fluent. That was my experience with purple haze. It changed my life. Sorry it's so long and in the wrong place- but I had to let it out.

 

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I have a friend who thought he dropped acid when he smoked purple haze.

 

Sorry I didn't type in paragraphs, I didn't have much time to type it.

 

i thought that there wasn't any purple haze still around?

 

Really? Haha, nope...it's still around.

 

yeah i got some like last month but someone told me that there's things like it but there's not actual purple haze anymore

 

Hmm...that's weird...

 

Who the fuck really know. If it was good enough to have a song about it, I really dont see why people would let the strain die out.