Ever seen the movie “Shroom”? I actually haven’t but after seeing the preview, I thought it would be a horribly freaky movie. I mean, there’s one thing to have superstitions fused with fiction but when you have a movie of “Trainspotting” meets “Blair Witch” genre, it’s not really healthy to think of feeling better after the movie.
I do not know the content or any biological ingredient behind a mushroom but given it’s a plant that can be dried up to look like the contents of a weed joint, I find it quite curiously interesting how the weed I had today could have some shroomness in it. It was the conversation I was having with a friend anyways. From humanity to our past and predictably ending with the whole religion vs. science talk, the conversation reached the point where it’s higher than science.
Physically, everything surrounding me becomes louder and I started to have a more alert system for my sense buds. Every little thing started scaring me and everything that causes me to give attention becomes pessimistically scary.
I thought I heard a quarrel between a couple, which later got loud til the point I felt like they were quarreling beside me. Then, all of a sudden, there was silence and I felt like I was kept there to do something. After a few minutes of ‘what should I do’, I started imagining the husband killing the wife and banging the gates of my friend’s. And it doesn’t stop there. I started to imagine him climbing over the fence and suddenly transforming into this creature with longer non-proportionate longer limbs. As I hurried up to follow my friend into his house (he was getting ready to send me back to the taxi stand), he turned on his car alarm and the car beeped beside me and my heart stopped.
Unable to make myself go on the taxi, I begged my friend to send me back right straight to my house. Both he and his wife admitted to being paranoid and extra sensitive to the surroundings and I was glad it wasn’t me who’s being a retard but the joint being so strong. It was a bad kinda strong. Is it true what they say about ‘hallucinations’ or is this another way to see or feel something that’s beyond our limits. Out of reach and possibly infinite, the list of mysteries’ unexplained knowledge keeps filling up a huge gap in my pit of curiosity.
I do not know the content or any biological ingredient behind a mushroom but given it’s a plant that can be dried up to look like the contents of a weed joint, I find it quite curiously interesting how the weed I had today could have some shroomness in it. It was the conversation I was having with a friend anyways. From humanity to our past and predictably ending with the whole religion vs. science talk, the conversation reached the point where it’s higher than science.
Physically, everything surrounding me becomes louder and I started to have a more alert system for my sense buds. Every little thing started scaring me and everything that causes me to give attention becomes pessimistically scary.
I thought I heard a quarrel between a couple, which later got loud til the point I felt like they were quarreling beside me. Then, all of a sudden, there was silence and I felt like I was kept there to do something. After a few minutes of ‘what should I do’, I started imagining the husband killing the wife and banging the gates of my friend’s. And it doesn’t stop there. I started to imagine him climbing over the fence and suddenly transforming into this creature with longer non-proportionate longer limbs. As I hurried up to follow my friend into his house (he was getting ready to send me back to the taxi stand), he turned on his car alarm and the car beeped beside me and my heart stopped.
Unable to make myself go on the taxi, I begged my friend to send me back right straight to my house. Both he and his wife admitted to being paranoid and extra sensitive to the surroundings and I was glad it wasn’t me who’s being a retard but the joint being so strong. It was a bad kinda strong. Is it true what they say about ‘hallucinations’ or is this another way to see or feel something that’s beyond our limits. Out of reach and possibly infinite, the list of mysteries’ unexplained knowledge keeps filling up a huge gap in my pit of curiosity.
Listening to: The Beach Boys – I get around
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