Here is my journal pages from the first time I ever tripped. It's a bit tough to follow but here goes. It's not too long I hope you enjoy my first trip. It was really intense but the writing I did that night was not just random thoughts.
| 9:45 | I just ate 3 pieces of mushrooms 2 stems and a cap. It's 9:45pm on Friday. I'll write a bit...45 minutes I'm a bit strange because I like the tast of shrooms.
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| 10:00 | I'm just nervous in anticipation the above cost 15$.
I don't know the guy who sold them to me but my friend
said they are good. I just bought two more small pieces
for 3$ 2 small stems. I don't have much in my stomic I just
ate an orange. I'm real nervous. "Gone! Like Candy."
Craig Murphy said. Bill and Matt just left. I only didn't get
one class at Umass. I want to listen to music.
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| 10:05 | (more boaring stuff like the above)
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| 10:15 | I'm feeling a bit strange. Nothing too strange...yet.
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| 10:20 | Nothing much yet. Bill and I are going to smoke to increase the trip.
What I've eaten today
2 pizza slices.
2 two chicken tenders
some water
soda
crackers
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| 10:25 | I'm feeling rather normal...I think.
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| 10:30- | I feel like laughing so bad.
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| 10:45 | I'm in the dark its tough to write. I just smoked.
I wonder what is going to happen?
The crickets are really loud and distinct.
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| 11:00 | I'm in Matts car (he is straight) lights out.
We are going north on 93. Huge speakers
loud music. Black Sabboth Ministry.
I'm tripping good.
How do I write it.. It connects everything. The drug connects the music to everythig. Everything is dancing. Everyting is a neat green. I can come in and out of
the "trip" to semi reality and then back in to no reality. I'm going back in. In and out of two worlds.
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| 11:15 | I'm in the dark driving...wow.
(at this point I stoped keeping track of time)
I don't want to write because I like to be zoned.
I'm gone.
is that..
wow..
Is that a face
I cant read what I'm writing
do you understand me.
Lumberjack (what a funny word while triping try it)
Lumberjack she said and I laughed
whole lotta love
whole lotta love
love you hey
Baby M led Zeppelin
boy wow
I love Zeppelin
my left hand wow
everything is melting
just like Billy said
I can put my hand in my brain
I am massaging my brain
I have become def
All important is the now what I write in the past has no signifigance only what is coming off my pen right now.
(now my friend Craig wrote a bit)
Some people cry, funny trip
ride it
THE SONG
this is fun
Do you think stan is the cookie monster
I dont know
(back to me and then I stopped writing)
I don't want to waist paper
Ramble on
This is like a dream
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(That is all I wrote....the night was long and fantastic. I could probably tell you more now about what happened but that is what I wrote. The whole trip was in a car ride for hours. We drove miles and it seemed like minutes. Tell me what you think)
