no re-entry?
This weekend;
Tanned. Walked. Nick and I went for a long drive out to the outskirts, looked at pretty houses, lots of land. Cleaned, cleaned, cleaned. Bobby came over. Drank beer. Made dinner. Ate acid, ate acid. Smoked cigarettes, drank beer, laughed a lot. Nick and Bob decided they don't like the bathroom cause what happened the last time they did acid. They talk about crapping off the balcony but decide it would be too dangerous to try to dangle their asses over the rail, plus it'd be cold on their balls, plus the shit would probably end up landing on the ledge of our balcony anyway. Whip its! Whip its seem to last for ages, the longer we hold them in it starts to feel like our bodies are disintegrating, falling apart. We breathe in and we reform. Drink beer, laugh a lot, play music. Music seems so loud, but whatever. We go on a crazy adventure to Fred Meyers for more whip its. We wander around inside for what seems like eternities but is actually probably only a couple of minutes. Walk to self-checkout line. We only have ones. Laughter, laughter. Im grilling hard and cannot see straight. Nick and Bobby are laughing hysterically at the fact they have $30 in ones and none of them will go in the dollar hole. It's really quite funny, but I that a growing line of people is forming behind us. Nice people, normal people, families, people not under the influence of hallucinogenics. This starts to wig me out slightly. Well that and the fact that none of them have faces. The Fred Meyer attendant dude is watching us cautiously, nervously, like we might explode at any moment. He comes over and pushes some buttons, hands us our, bags and says thanks youre good to go. We laugh all the way back out to the car where we realize we probably didnt actually pay for anything. We laugh some more. We go back home, chain smoke, drink beer, and do more whip its. We roll around on the floor for ages. Well, they do. But I see that the capret is made of creepy crawly maggot-like things that are wiggling around and so is my blanket. I stay on the couch. I go to the bathroom to go pee and look down and the bath mat is also made of creepy crawlers. Some are discolored and look like theyre dying, but Im trying really hard not to stare so I can't really tell. I get out of there as quickly as I can. The music is loud, very loud, but I dont mind it. We listen to SPL the first installment of some god forsaken thing. He sounds like a robot. We listen to this mix over and over, but it sounds different every time. Nick and Bobby decide theyre hungry. They eat leftover burrito. They eat whole tomatoes, whole avocados, block of cheese, and anything else they can get their hans on. I watch and laugh, theyre like cavemen. Around three AM we start to come down, we decide to watch a movie. We put in Gumby but Bobby doesn't like it so we turn it off and put Diplo in. Diplo is rad and funny. We all take some Valium and start to get sleepy. Bed time. Nick and Bobby are pretty much down, but I'm still kinda trippin. The walls can't sit still and neither can I. I'm ansy, and my being ansy makes Nick ansy and sleepless. Sex? Yes. Take another valium? Yes. And we're out. At least until like seven thirty when Bobby wakes me up when he leaves and I cant get back to sleep. So I go watch cartoons.
Tanned. Walked. Nick and I went for a long drive out to the outskirts, looked at pretty houses, lots of land. Cleaned, cleaned, cleaned. Bobby came over. Drank beer. Made dinner. Ate acid, ate acid. Smoked cigarettes, drank beer, laughed a lot. Nick and Bob decided they don't like the bathroom cause what happened the last time they did acid. They talk about crapping off the balcony but decide it would be too dangerous to try to dangle their asses over the rail, plus it'd be cold on their balls, plus the shit would probably end up landing on the ledge of our balcony anyway. Whip its! Whip its seem to last for ages, the longer we hold them in it starts to feel like our bodies are disintegrating, falling apart. We breathe in and we reform. Drink beer, laugh a lot, play music. Music seems so loud, but whatever. We go on a crazy adventure to Fred Meyers for more whip its. We wander around inside for what seems like eternities but is actually probably only a couple of minutes. Walk to self-checkout line. We only have ones. Laughter, laughter. Im grilling hard and cannot see straight. Nick and Bobby are laughing hysterically at the fact they have $30 in ones and none of them will go in the dollar hole. It's really quite funny, but I that a growing line of people is forming behind us. Nice people, normal people, families, people not under the influence of hallucinogenics. This starts to wig me out slightly. Well that and the fact that none of them have faces. The Fred Meyer attendant dude is watching us cautiously, nervously, like we might explode at any moment. He comes over and pushes some buttons, hands us our, bags and says thanks youre good to go. We laugh all the way back out to the car where we realize we probably didnt actually pay for anything. We laugh some more. We go back home, chain smoke, drink beer, and do more whip its. We roll around on the floor for ages. Well, they do. But I see that the capret is made of creepy crawly maggot-like things that are wiggling around and so is my blanket. I stay on the couch. I go to the bathroom to go pee and look down and the bath mat is also made of creepy crawlers. Some are discolored and look like theyre dying, but Im trying really hard not to stare so I can't really tell. I get out of there as quickly as I can. The music is loud, very loud, but I dont mind it. We listen to SPL the first installment of some god forsaken thing. He sounds like a robot. We listen to this mix over and over, but it sounds different every time. Nick and Bobby decide theyre hungry. They eat leftover burrito. They eat whole tomatoes, whole avocados, block of cheese, and anything else they can get their hans on. I watch and laugh, theyre like cavemen. Around three AM we start to come down, we decide to watch a movie. We put in Gumby but Bobby doesn't like it so we turn it off and put Diplo in. Diplo is rad and funny. We all take some Valium and start to get sleepy. Bed time. Nick and Bobby are pretty much down, but I'm still kinda trippin. The walls can't sit still and neither can I. I'm ansy, and my being ansy makes Nick ansy and sleepless. Sex? Yes. Take another valium? Yes. And we're out. At least until like seven thirty when Bobby wakes me up when he leaves and I cant get back to sleep. So I go watch cartoons.