~BreaTh3 iN tHe AiR~

now black:
except for lone deserted spots,
the sound of the world and
everyone and everthing driftinginto place,
the paper quotes those clever
clever souls saying everything is not right
yet there is no explaining
the imaginary ways of the cruel poisons
and adventure.
and now my black new passion,
rage and pity:
i want to live in a world
that burns with silence,
telling no one, saying nothing
where people don't think,
when i think and wonder,
don't think at all to answer
a question.
i stand waiting
ready to move when no one watches
ready to crawl and buck and
scratch my slow
statement
vivid as a taste in the mouth
and savor the quiet.
As anyone should know overdosing isnt good at all, the after affects, the feelings remaining of how odd it was, how it should have been. A friend of mine gave me a enormously big bag full of cubensis var. azurligncola which he said he grew in his mothers indoor garden. After my graduation i was having the greatest time ever until i decided to share some of the mushrooms in the chip dip.
After awhile of people not eating anything i wanted to go outside just to breathe some fresh air. My friends car was smoked out and as curious as i am i decided then to open up the door and smoke out with them. After the munchies set in and a couple of shot of jack daniels i got hungry. I forgot about thedip with the shrooms and looked for it. After i had ate it all i through the container away and found the empty bag in the trash. I was getting very nervous so i sat down and thought about what to do. As i ran into the bathroom and tried to throw up but all i got was dry coughs. I talked to some friends and they told me to start drinking a lot of water, after a couple of cups i noticed the trip from hell. My perception was being moved back and forth and i was seeing rainbowish colors everywhere
mostly around lights. I walked around and tried to breathe but it felt like i was taking in water instead of air. My hands were not still they moved around in swirls, myhair felt sticky and moist, because of my sweat (i dont think ive sweat that much in my whole life compared to that night), i felt like i was going to die so i got someone to get me help but the bitch didnt do anything, she thought i was drunk. I walked outside and walked and walked and walked for at leastan hour around 4 blocks, i saw tracers so badly even the light from the moon bouncing off trees traced back and forth. my skin turned orangish red and my legs while i was walking felt like stumps, or like i had turned into a dwarf stuggling to walk around. By the time i had started to wander back home i barfed all over the cement sidewalk from the halucinations and rollercoaster like movements. After i chunked all over i looked for my acids and leftovers from that night but they seemed to disapear, i couldnt find them. I struggled back to my front door and leaned my forhead against the front of the door right above the eye hole, my head felt really soft and numb. i knocked over and over and over again and no one came to let me in, so i got in my friends unlocked car sat down really fast and hard that my head felt like it fell off and honked the horn until someone came out, tom the owner of the car came out and took me inside, i tried to listen to people but the seemed to sound like mumbles, nothing but low pitched mumbles. I laid there and look at peoples faces walked over me and look in my face and mumble something over and over. I did this until i felt like i was being picked up by something and put into a dark room. I fell asleep in my wonderous nightmare of a trip. I think i dreamed of lights flashing but having noises when the lights flashed. I dreamed of clouds and lights, thats all i can remember although the only thing that stuck out was i would see shiny star like trailers go everywhere in a pitch black background. And i woke up in a hospital with a shitty blue dress like thing on. When i woke up a nurse came in after about 10 minutes and asked me a bunch of questions and said a doctor would be in with my parents. The doctor told me i had alcohol poisoning and my parents were sighing and saying things about how lucky i was and how good my friends were although they were the ones with the alcohol. After that experience, shrooms were just something to look back on and wonder when id eat some again. I might sooner or later but in little amounts.

*I would rate this a 5 for obvious reasons, thanks for the great site for my shroomish needs, keep up the great work.*