special k continued

as soon as i could get the straw in m hand it was over. I weighed out 33 points of the dust that had been rocks pulverized into powder just fine. it was a beautiful substance, it lived so many lives and told so many stories, information lost in the void . left in the nights that we spent.

all the k in my system had turned me into a piece of the planet, a piece of the universe. something that could be waved around from galaxy to galaxy. the worm hole never ends once you start traveling.
all there is to do is find yourself and the being which is yourself. a life of light love and everlasting joy is created when you decide to become one.

all colors and faiths intertwine to make a narrative bringing existence out of the shadows.

i had taken a heavy dose, the psychedelic visuals were starting to turn into more of a reality than a pixilated canvas. All lifes aspirations and faullies wwere left at the door. All thought of the impossible out the window. As the double helix in our dna stood straight, my mentality twisted and curved to the momentum of the speeing cosmos. All was left behind but myself. the ebo was lost, somewhere between the light and dark matter i was spinning in all sorts of directions and flying in every which way, my whole body had disappeared entirely.

just floating in the stars i realized this was life, a barren wasteland of which we inhabit and excel. all priorities and all goals of collegic faction seem hopeless, or rather pointless, the medicine was fine but society was over populated with rich fantasies about greed ownership and seperation. All is nonsense in terms of the almoighty energy waves, electromagnetism that keeps us all flying through the void of space, grabbing at this and pushing on that. all the mind is consumed with being connected to the rest of it all.

I was at the root of it all, in the center of the cosmos, our unified consciousness was screaming to be heard,, its needs had long been forgotten and materialism had taken its place. what more can be done now that peace has been achieved?

what is life once the body is gone? life is still rich and full of laughter, only we dont feel the lungs we use and don't walk with the matter of we we are used to. we are the universe and where you want to go is where you are. Meditation was a good bit of practice for this world, I can't find a place to stop and rest, traveling is my only way to keep existing in this vacuum of space.

Erik had been quiet, I think im feeling it he said. I told him to enjoy it and try to go with the flow.

i feel like water is rushing over me and that we are going on an adventure erik announced. I told him to buckle his seat because he hadn't even started yet.

Erik said he was done trying it out and wanted to jump in with both feet.

yeah yeah I said, you want to be sure and be comfortable once you start this ride, its not something you can just stop when you want to

I know he said, just set me up and im ready to go

You are ready to go?

yeah! lets do this

I gave him a nice sized mountain to explore, he said it was spicy and felt like wasabi was leaching down his throat, I told him that was how he would know it was his time to take off.

I had started to come back down to earth, my body had phased back into this form and I was ready to smoke a bowl.

"just lay back erik, enjoy what the universe has to whisper in your ear"

I packed a bowl half way to the brim, had grinded up some hash with the rest and I didn't want to smoke too much at once, i wasn't worried about getting too high, i just needed enough to get me through the night, can't run out of mary jane when you are having interstellar travels via k-hole, it just makes the ride more smooth.

all life has dropped out of existience, everything is leading t one point. and then the energy just resignatesleslk floating

alost came the muchk of being stuk in . there is a dimension in which you can be stuck into a floating beam, cascading through the dessert, all the romance involved with
all the blues and stars shine brightly as i look into the galaxy of stars. there are too many to count. there is not reason to try....

as i sit back and look at the waves and hues of the magic blowing past me i feel the world is wrapped around me and i am its fetus, like a protozoa sleeping in a worm bin i eat what i can i sleep when i can i drink when i can and then i turn my life into the most valueable thing i can find in sight which right now is you since i can write straight from my brain into yours. my flight was multidimensional.

i sit back and lick my mustache because my nose is dripping with dark matter, the waves of reality starting to hit and they were starting to hit hard, life as we know it isn't sustainable the way the cosmos are. there no way to keep the tower growing tall when the resources of life are so finite.

rest assured the drug had grabbed me and threw me against the wall like i was a beetle and my cat had a fetish to find them. all my thoughts and feelings were compressed into a moment in time where i was not sure if i had taken the deep dive or if i had been walking the plank of my own curiosity.

In the middle of a deep hole there is nothing you can hold onto, you come out the other side in the same place but a different person, everything you had is gone, everything you have is precious, all is appreciated.

the intricacies of our existence is so deep into the void there is no speech once you have phased out, there is no words to describe the feeling of being jetted across the vacuum, as big as your thumbnail and as small as your consciousness your being slips in and out of reality and perception of what is, is relative. All you can do is breathe deep and go with the flow.