we dumped out the bags contents on to a sheet or blanket or
sleeping bag on the floor of the tent,divided it into two
equal piles-more than either of us had ever eaten.i don't
know how much-it was the last of an ounce that we had
aquired weeks ago,maybe 20 or 30 or so apiece.she hates the
taste so badly that i eat much of hers,also she is more
nervous,whereas i am eager to experience a full on mushroom
trip of serious intensity.
bodily distortions,faces puffing up,an arm became spongy
and changed colors...we laughed...then i put my face down
and burried it into a garment of some sort and found myself
immersed into a world unlike the 3-d cev that i would see
when my face was not burried.i was in this slow motion world
,a dimly lit place with this semi-cube-oid shapes.the moved
slowly,or not at all...
i sat up and described it all to my partner bu failed
to convey how different it felt than my other cev's.outside
of the tent the land was clearly ancient,primal.everything
geometric,everything melting the sky the trees the ground
our campfire becoming long rippling rivers-wow,can you
believe were allowe to see this?one of us said.
i talked n talked,i have felt cycedelicly inspired
before but this time i felt the universe sing thru me.my
partner became a perfect embodiment of the goddess.i,to
her,became a christ figure and a buddha type.
finally i said the word that i had been dying to say
for ages,apon saying it we laughed the most powerful laugh
but before all that cool stuff-the slo-mo world,it was
creepy-when i backed away the silently begged me to stay to
become one of them...the were trying to assimilate me,these
shit-im late,some other time i'll submit something
better or fuller,but since i type w one finger i wont let
this time go to waste and i'll just ente