something I wrote while tripping...

You are everywhere yet nowhere to be found
You turn around and around
but still can't find your trail
Is this where you were before
You're certain you were on the floor
Door to Door you explore
But which one is it that needs to be opened?
The one with the sublimnal light?
or the one flowing with rainbows and stars
Submerse your soul in this adventure
If you stick around
You might just get found

 

ooo this is quite trippy, v nice

 

I have always wished I could get something out onto paperwhen I would to trip. It seemed like things were too far out of my reach to grasp and hold onto. When I'd have a thought, it would be profound and hold answers and meaning to all life, the key to the universe...and then it would just disapear like I wasn't suposed to know... I think it's great you can release that experience. Thanks for sharing.
peace&<3

 

o00o i liked the last two lines especially!

 

that was cool, i've tried to get things on to paper while tripping, the most i've ever gotten was 1 or two lines... but those one or two lines i have gone back to and turned into wonderful things... this is probably the best example http://www.hipforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=125239&page=1&pp=10 but yeah, dig it

 

Awesome, I enjoyed this very much. What were you on at the time? Keep it up.

 

pep pills which are like a legal version of ecstacy

 

Dig this craziness I wrote while on mushrooms:

Enjoy these things, even though they're small - cuz sometimes the nicest gifts come in small packages. My favorite gift I ever got were my eyeballs, cuz without them I wouldn't see, and also, I'd be two balls short of a juggling act. Man, I'd sure pay to see that show, a guy, or girl, or extraterrestrial, yank out their eyeballs and start juggling. I guess they'd put a show like that in a circus right? Maybe the kind that travels between towns, towns to towns to toons to loons to boons to masts too fast to fast. Ghandi fasted. An entire nation was held in the hands of a very hungry man. All it would have taken was one Steel Chef, and the protests would have been over. That Steel Chef would have made something exotic for Ghandi, something with rocks in it to make him pack on the LBs. He would have smelled that dish a mile away. You gotta saute the rocks just right - oodles of butter.
Isn't it specifically off that milk comes from cows, those bovine wonders, in a time when Ipds are every color of the rainbow? You would think they'd have come up wit some way to strangle rainbow milk out of all those blasted Ipods by now. The ratio of Ipods to cows has gotta be at least 4:3, if not 4:1.