Trip Reports
Last night, the jesters tore my arse to shreds in ways I thought I had become accustomed((I had the nerve to try and watch a porn vid while toking..they didn't like my careless whispers and lack of humility, so they turned the beautiful couple I was watching into an unspeakably beautiful and obscene thousand limbed fuck demon. well,..they showed me the unspeakable grandeur and absurd horror within myself and I saw a black hole ringed by ultraviolet light that laughed in my mom's long-gone voice. they knew it would break me to my core, and then break the core into less than nothing. and, they knew I was ready to breathe right thru it. where I broke into cannot be Englished. .. even when they were kicking me and laughing at me they ran me thru with an orgasmic love vibe that was beyond verbs and adjectives. this molecule is not a party favor and must always be handled with respect. now I know that there really are no bad trips, just bad attention-payers (students). as always I am humbled and searching for words.