nice ill go again

my experiance happend while on holliday in amsterdam looking
for an edable alternative to hash; the koffee hose guy
mentioned magic mushroom tea. i had just read the doors of
perseption (by the marvilious alious huxly go shoplift and
read at earlyist opportunity) and was keen to have a peep
into this unfiltered world. it may be fun to mention that
befor this id never even been drunk via alchol but had
hollusinated due to lack of sleep.

so i made up the tea and drank it down in the commpany of
the best friends i could think of : none of them have
experiances that way but treat everyone with guildlike care
anyway.very ecepting and tones of fun.

early sighnes included fasination with movement and
inability to describe just how beautiful the chess game was
oh ye slight nausia but i expected it.

as things went on i was convinsed that smell had too
seperate elements and realy enjoyed a sambwitch the textures
were very mutch hightend against my toung.

as in i aproched what i now take for the peak i realised
that sounds espshaly some church bells were just as
importyant as my vishual imput to my overall perseption of
the moment. this was about the last thing i realised as my
thoughts grew less wordy i looked at a bridge for ages
without thinking the word 'bridge", for example.

the best experiance was walking threw a square full of
pigens and been able to tell witchones were about to fly
just befor it happend. i now atribute that to one side of
the brain geting the info a little late and thinking that it
for saw events when its just catching up; similer to daja vu
in that respect.

the worst experiance was walking into a knife shop and
seeing the plabes grtting bigger forgetting that this is
perspective in action! thou overall i want to trip
stationary next time the hastle of walking about lent the
event an unwelcome grounding in reality.

im also conserned that reading into the subject has
predefined my expectations too mutch so my trips will be
like copys of alious huxlys.oh