300mg, from drinking one bottle of benylin cough syrup.
Slightly swoony maybe. Nervous, but nothing too bad. I been a lot worse. Feel ok. A bit of lightness. The subtlest lightness of body. Yes, I can feel it for sure. Subtle, but progressing.
It's about an hour later. What do you want to know? Hmm… I'm trying to get these file operations completed so I can put a randomized playlist on my phone.
It's starting to get full on now. Fuller onner. Full plate. Mmhmm.
I can feel the family close. But so far away.
That comfort. Above it all, bouncy and floaty.
The tapestry of chat, laid before me. Wanna take screenshots.
Can I go into a hole and collect some things?
Gotta get away from the chat, and into my jazzy self… Wish I had something to play on. The stuff I do for me, all just for fucking me, ok? But what about the cats?
How can thc be a soberizer?
don't worry, i'm here, everclear,
don't think the randomizer is best…
but..
austerity
Creating my own universe. There's even audio chat options now with other egos.
Rails of soap. Pandering down parents of mounting. Yeah, it fits. It makes sense. To try and type. And remember why it was important to type things. A certain feeling persisting forgetting to dream and daydream and go to bed. And go back to bed. Aphex, can't go wrong. There's reasons. CBB might work for a long-planned after plateau. Hard-ridged plat edges to fashion steps to take before going on forever. Of course there's finitions. There's an art to it, a knack to get back to. There's remembering what kind of people you were, how it was even bleaker at other times. Not so bad right now. What are you looking for though?
Well, should I keep writing, or try to close it out? Break off a deuce. Yes, it's too late, have to swallow the traz, it's ok. Germinate pollinate in temporarily lonely but fertile subconscious. Dream percolation substrate sproutinatudinal death-ling baby break layers. Sometimes the sawtooth algorithm will know what to do, sometimes it will take over, sometimes automatic knows what to tell you when there is no god. Sometimes you can work through it, and play through it also. Sometimes, it's this place. Here, right now.
And so forth.
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Time to land this plane. Afterglowers await. Shower me with love. Other porter airlines waiting to await me. It simply happens.
Little things take on significance. Dxm in the smart phone age. Why do I feel like a Boomer? Weird.
Mid life crisis of a stripe. Planning my death……
Absorbed like wallpaper….
Records
. Dreams.
Useless melted phone. Got some classic context out of it though. I will curate it. With my luxuries. My married lifestyles. It's romantic. It's cursed and blessed, so, so what? Away to an empty place. Got on the fringes of ego death. Becoming a rug is actually blissful and profound, for real. Think about it. Regenerating. Neuro plasticity. Getting away with things.
