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Saturday, September 11th, 2010
6:59 pm
Tuesday, December 4th, 2007
1:31 am

We at NANO Fiction, a literary journal of microfiction, are currently preparing our third edition to be released Spring 2008.  We had great success with our first two issues and we are making efforts to expand our readership and contributors; however, the magazine was designed specifically with young and unpublished writers in mind.  Please take advantage of this opportunity to be published and submit to NANO Fiction.  As always, submissions are rolling, but if you would like to be included in the next issue, it is paramount that you submit within the next few weeks.  What else are you doing with your winter break anyway?


To sample the work we publish, check out the archives at nanofiction.org

You may submit to NANOFictionMag@gmail.com  Submissions must be 300 words or less. Anything over 300 words will not be read. Please include your full name, titled work, a short third-person biography, and contact information (email, web site, phone number). Unless it interrupts the form of your work, we appreciate single spaced Word Documents. If your piece is selected, we will notify you prior to its release via email.

Note: Don't be afraid to think outside the standard margins. Be creative. Use form to enhance your piece. NANO Fiction can be an extremely innovative form of storytelling, use it to your advantage.

Thursday, June 21st, 2007
1:12 am

We at NANOfiction.org, a journal of short fiction, would like to invite you to participate in our next issue.  We are currently preparing our sophomore edition to be released in September.  We had great success with our premiere issue and we are making efforts to expand our readership and contributors.  The magazine was designed specifically with young and unpublished writers in mind.  Please take advantage of this opportunity to be published and submit to NANOfiction.  As always, submissions are rolling, but if you would like to be included in the next issue, it is paramount that you submit within the next few weeks.  What else are you doing with your summer anyway?

You may submit to NANOFictionMag@gmail.com  Submissions must be 500 words or less. Anything over 500 words will not be read. Please include your full name, titled work, a short third-person biography, and contact information (email, web site, phone number). Unless it interrupts the form of your work, we appreciate single spaced Word Documents. If your piece is selected, we will notify you prior to its release via email.

Note: Don't be afraid to think outside the standard margins. Be creative. Use form to enhance your piece. NANO Fiction can be an extremely innovative form of storytelling, use it to your advantage.
Wednesday, June 13th, 2007
7:47 pm
everything else
stealth silent spinner
twisting on those heels , doppelganger doublers and mimic minutes counting down
face down mid spin smiling this catastrophe plummeting gesture at me
in the most devious female thread faceted, hair pinned to the sides, eyes beating star burning fade cycle, hands out stretched, and legs in a cross bouncing up and down in an impatiently cinematic way.

im pinned to this sheet, palms down, white towel throwing in, grace and giving up, giving in, and given the reverse of glad, counting this mime timer countdown and surreal dwellers ideal town

you can pace angel, but you can only get halfway to not being far enough away from me,

you can trace that trail on the paper lead, running back to me but its not even a tenth close enough to being over between you and I

you’re losing your clothes slowly, touching the floor, because now the carpet craves the cloth.
you’re rushing into me, shouting into my heart, aorta and ventricles echoing down my esophagus and swirling around the uvula like a horse shoe on a metal rod spinning gravity ignoring metal copulations

i can pretend anytime that i don’t quite see right through you
paper thin skin spy, and angels in a separate sifting song,

i can undo your last response to me and pretend you didn’t just make a whisper out of me.
hush level semitones rising like bread in a situation bakery, justifiable reasons for seasoning and cut slices as thin as your skin in the sun.

you’re still flying at this seam , this seam is still unwinding from me in the middle and im depleting getting smaller, sounding out dampening and quieter every thread that locks out from my hands
fabric dexterity twin and a sin screen in my eyes bleeding blue

you cant ever have redone what exactly made you come
out loud in my ear, screaming and panting escapist panic breathes like a asphyxiating asthmatic

you can ever have again, that night in the sand, pink moon in the sky, orbital spectator future oracles, eight minutes late worth of light making just enough phosphorous to see you turn away

you can never have it again

but everything else

is yours to have

everything else is yours to keep forever.

Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007
1:11 am
Opium, desire of will; the decadence story.
from http://myanmarmike.com

Today, Myanmar, located in the heart of the “Golden Triangle,” is the main opium producer in Southeast Asia. A bitter, yellowish-brown, strongly addictive narcotic drug prepared from the dried juice of unripe pods of the opium poppy is a Golden Triangle urban legend, romanticized by many modern artists.

“There were opium dens where one could buy oblivion, dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new” (196). Or so, at any rate, asserts the histrionic narrator of Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891). The opium den episode in Wilde’s novel is in many ways typical of a genre that flourished in late Victorian novels, tales, and periodicals–a genre that provides a glimpse, if not of the dens themselves, of the strategies used to represent the opium den.

Opium and its various constituents exert effects upon the body ranging from analgesia, or insensitivity to pain, to narcosis, or depressed physiological activity leading to stupor. Opium users describe experiencing a feeling of calm and well-being. Opium addicts in otherwise good physical and mental health whose drug needs are met are thought to experience no debilitating physiological effects from their addiction, although there is some evidence that immune function is compromised. However, their preoccupation with the drug and its acquisition can lead to malnutrition and general poor self-care and an increased risk of disease.

The Myanmar Mike opium saga just began. Wait and see.
For today something special from last decay.

SLORC is ignoring or supporting new opium cultivation in Northern Chin hills
and Nagaland land. It was repeatedly mentioned by foreign medias and
international narcotic agencies. It is also confirmed by local people. A
police officer, joining No.8 police station, Mandalay, on transfer from
Northern chill division in 1991 assured me - that the whole of Northern Chin
Hills are beautifully covered with opium flowers in season. VOA & BBC
insisted existence of Heroin labs, “always” close to a SLORC army battalion
base - in border areas close to India. Later news tell of other new
cultivations being started in Southern Chin Hills. There are also
possibilities of new cultivations in Putao Area and other northernmost part
of Burma. Gen. Khin Nyunt makes assurances publicly again that there will be
no more opium cultivation in coming few years in and around golden
triangle. He is absolutely right - because the opium cultivation will be
shifted from golden triangle to Western and Northern high lands of Burma.
However, opium produced in Chin areas are “Watery” liquid and refuses into
a solid mass, and it is evidently of low quality to bring high price in the
market, The watery opium is blotted with a gauge, when collected and it is
marketed as such. the quality of those Chin Hill products are yet to

More heroin labs are expected to be established in border areas close to
India, because the supply of Acetic Anhydride, a major chemical used to
purify heroin into best marketable quality 8 Di- hydroxy morphine) is easily
available from India, with no additional transport charges. Nagaland and
Assam on the other hand are now already being used as transit areas and a
“new golden triangle” is surly expected to be established west of Chindwin
River in a few decades. For this, India might have anticipated it and before
the trouble has escalated to an international problem, it tries to stop this
by making agreements to take bilateral anti-narcotic measures in early 1994.
However, India`s “unilateral” efforts to stop this narcotic business is very
much doubtful to success.
Sunday, May 20th, 2007
2:40 am
trampled avalon
when i woke up today
the fan blades were spinning
i dont understand
how i got dizzy with my eyes closed

thought process was bits of string in a blender on purret (mispell)
she called me from a payphone near what sounded like a train station

i can hear a depot of wandering people
a crowd of family members in the pulse intervals of the background saying
"come on sally we will be late for the 3:30"
what sounds like a collection of baggage being skewered across
a linoleum floor
its carrie
i can tell the angst in her voice
and this tone of depressed longing
like a plant that was misconstrued and star crossed
to be born behind a wall, and it yearns for sun light
carrie :"im leaving, im at the greyhound station here in austin
if you have any desire to see me one last time, im here, there is a hotel across the street , and i would like to see you , just once, just once in smiles, just once more"
me :"you already saw me just once, you already stabbed me just one more time, you already crushed me tylenol style, just once, twice , three times, and every chance you got, we already broke up , just once, its over , for once"
she hangs up,
its perplexing how a dial tone, is the most negative connotation
there can be sometimes
i think in hell,
its just a dial tone at all times,
and that intepid operator voice telling you theres no one there
and to hang, try life again, maybe get lucky

id like to start a new dial tone
when someone hangs up ferociously on you
i would like a calming voice to come on instead
and say
"its ok, youll get over that person, dont worry,
your life will improve, you dont need them , just go on ,
turn your back on this phone, and forget the solemn dial tone,
that inevitably awaits you. try again, get lucky"

i was imaging her, pressed against the window of a grey hound bus, headphones in her ears, listening to Belle and Sebastion
i could see salty water trails leading from her eyes down her cheeks, and her wiping away on the circa survive hoodie i got her
i could just see her looking down at her track marks with shock, appalment , and astonishment , at just how far it had really gone,
i could just see her
walking backwards

after i put down the phone
i stepped outside and held a lit cigarette to my lips
i catalogued smoke around me in whisping concentrics,
the wind answered for me, and carried the smoke away
wathcing it dissipate and diffuse around me
i missed her
and i wanted to run to the station to see her,
i missed the times, when we would get high
and she would wrap me in velvet estrogen
and keep me in soul tethered oblivion
and kiss me in moon trampled avalon
and cut me in skin tempered orion
and placate me with pharmacy purchased syringes
and violate me in leper atrocious distance
and vindicate me with ego splintering shouting
and ressurect me in mind numbing lexicon
and stare with me at light sheltered Cassiopeia
and love me
and junky blood drawn limbo

(im a writer and all of my work is posted in an archive at
Thursday, May 10th, 2007
7:40 pm
Facts Needed
I'm about to apply for a job that will do a drug test. I will not pass it. (THC) How long does it take for this no longer show up? I've read all sorts of different things and am starting a strong detox. Herbs, cranberry juice, those hideous head shop detoxers, do they work? Again all sorts of answers....

My Last session with this substance was a brief encounter at a friends house on a "one hitter" about three weeks ago.

The second is I take Valium sometimes, (Mom has a small prescription that she fills once in a while). Will this show? Again I've found all sorts of answers, anyone have real experience?

Thank All Those Czars that Liquor (the "working mans drug") is Legal because goodness, this present job leaves me seething and tired.

cross posted. If inappropriate please accept my apology, and remove post, I do not mean to offend or inconvenience anyone.

Thank You

Current Mood: none
Wednesday, February 21st, 2007
9:55 am
The Revenge of Time (another work of fiction).
I posted something called "The time stopper (a work of fiction)" over @ ethnobotanicals (linked here). Please excuse my self indulgence by posting a continuation here. It is a friends only entry in my journal, and it is very long, I will try cut out a few bits to make it readablr...

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Current Mood: nervous
Wednesday, February 14th, 2007
3:57 pm
salvia divinorum is about to be made schedule I in california, please help get the word out to stop this injustice!

the bill

send your comments in opposition

thanks =)

Current Mood: enraged
Sunday, February 11th, 2007
1:36 pm
Revisiting Salvia
I've done salvia divinorum in the past. However, I'd only done 1X. Last night I tried 5X. Oh my, what a difference. The world ripped away in front of my eyes into interference patterns. Then diving down, I forgot everything. Complete dissolving of definition. No knowledge of the day to day world, no sense of self. I had to rebuild my perception of reality. Put everything back together. I had even lost the concept that everything was occurring in a three-dimensional locally-euclidean space, and couldn't figure out what kept me physically separate from anything. Even as I came out of the most intense part, everything kept warping together at the edges of my perception.

The strange putting together of things, defining of things, is the journey from the wholeness at the center. Without a sense of self, everything is one. There is no need for definition or distance. What is at the center is beyond definition. It is the All, the Ineffable. Words are boxes which cannot contain It. Even saying it is "beyond definition" misses the mark, as it is neither beyond or before.

I took the journey twice last night, the first time the speed of the journey panicked me on my return trip from There to Here. The second journey I was able to experience reconstruction from a much calmer place and was able to observe the experience more.

The salvia divinorum experience is not unlike experiences I've had in the past, however the pace at which salvia divinorum triggers these experiences is frighteningly fast: the most intense part is over in the first 5 minutes, and after 10 more it's completely worn off. The short duration along with the physical immobility during the deepest part may be why such a potent herb such as salvia has managed remained legal in most of the entheogenphobic United States (Missouri being the exception).

After the journey, I made a map...

perception and unity

We are waves emanating out from Unity. We perceive other waves as other selves.

At Unity we become all waves, all things. There is no self at Unity.

Between the everyday sphere of perception and Unity lies a domain where the waves are not united and a self still exists in some form, however the waves interfere with each other. This interference can show up in a variety of ways, including sensory phenomena (hallucinations, patterns, distortions, etc.) and/or disorganized thinking.

When viewing an autostereogram, focus of the eyes travels from normal focus to the adjusted focus where the 3D image is visible, the focus travels through an intermediate stage of visual clutter and interference. Traveling to Unity is like refocusing your eyes.

Current Mood: mellow
Sunday, January 28th, 2007
6:42 am
Blues4Kali- ExperiMental Existentialism for the End Times

What will Winter Solstice bring in 2012?
...an instant of Karma? ...an ethereal spiral dance of the collective soul? ... cosmic judgment leveled against civilization's expanse? ...destruction of the world as we know it? ...a chance for a new start? ...the rise and the revenge of the Goddess? or simply another day in the life of paranoia?
These are the false prophesies that your pastor warned you about!

Reality Exchange Program

"Makes DMT seem like a whip-it."

Crazy Bear said there'd be days like this. As usual, no one believed him. Now, all I want to know is: where IS that lifeboat, and how DO I ditch this ship of fools, without any of these bliss ninnies noticing that I'm already gone?

Captain, my ass. We are equal in this sea of madness.

That iceberg is looking awfully big.

Amana Mission is on a quest to save the world, and the only problem is, she can't remember why she got involved with such an obvious scam in the first place. Jesus saves. Christ. What a loser.

Kali kills first, and recycles later.

Hitchhikers, load up for a ride to the Other Side. You may wish you had gone Greyhound.

"What the...?"

*A cranky band of prankster peace warriors who absolutely cannot resist messing with each other's minds, no matter the cost.

*Cocky alchemy-dabbling quantum surfers, navigating the Ethersphere with hand-held computers, switching timelines to find a better party vibe and swap tips about the best temporary toilets for use as interdimensional portals.

*A burnt-out visionary hippie millionaire on a mission from Gaia to build a better "communitopia" by underwriting a convoy carrying telepathic priestesses.

*A wheelchair-bound mindpilot propelling a crystal-powered Seed Bank toward the post-Apocalyptic Garden, with psychic precision...and a predilection for high-velocity extreme driving.

*Hermaphrodite time-jumper fleeing a fate worse than death.

*Anarchist ghettoes where anything goes-except escape.

*Ancient Principals vying like sweatsoaked carpetbaggers for our loyalty as the Final Vote is tallied.

*Long-haired security patrols collecting a cannabis tribute tax from all pilgrims to the Valley of Fun.

*And an underground meat mafia bringing a black magic revival to a bloodless dreamworld gone bland.

All brought together by a secret psychedelic superdrug that tunes users in to reality through the eyes of another archetypal avatar inhabiting a different state of space and time. Mahayana made easy. Budding Buddha natures are running amuck on a virtual superhighway where all roads lead to the Bo tree and singularity.

Twenty-first century Tantra is about more than sex, drugs, and
rock and roll.Confronting the Karma of every wasted breath is only the first step.

Welcome to the End Times. Kali awaits. She already knows who you are.

Do you?

The 21st century counterculture is even weirder than it appears on the surface. This is not your mommy’s MTV Road Rules.

Ride along on this mesmerizing, metaphor-packed bus trip toward ecstasy and enlightenment, as three real-time guides-Amana, Sissy, and Deva, let you in on what they learned when they asked what It was really all about, after all.

Become them for a multilevel metafictional tour of infinity and awaken yourself to the miracle-a-minute magic of mighty Mother Kali!

Read Online Novel Blues 4 Kali at www.blues4kali.com

2012 Prophecies

Current Mood: creative
Monday, February 20th, 2006
11:06 pm
hey all
im a free lance writing working on an article about salvia. i need a few perspectives from the brave souls that want to tell me all abut their experiences with the drugs. if youre interested, just respond to this message with youre email. thank you all so much!
Tuesday, January 17th, 2006
8:18 pm
"We have gone sick by following a path of untrammeled rationalism, male dominance, attention to the visible surface of things, practicality, and bottomlineism.

We have gone very, very sick.

And the body politic, like any body when it feels itself to be sick, it begins to produce antibodies or strategies for over coming the condition of dis-ease.

The 20th century is an enormous effort at self-healing. Phenomenon as diverse as surrealism, body piercing, psychedelic drug use, sexual permissiveness, jazz, experimental dance, rave culture, tattooing. The list is endless.

What do all these things have in common?

They represent various styles of rejection of linear values.

The society is trying to cure itself by an archaic revival. By a reversion to arachaic values.

When I see people manifesting sexual ambiguity, or scarifying themselves, or showing a lot of flesh, or dancing to synopicated music, or getting loaded, or violating ordinary cannons of sexual behavior, I applaud all of this.

Because it’s an impulse to return to what is felt by the body.

What is authentic.

What is archaic.

When you tease apart these archaic impulses at the very center of all these impulses is the desire to return to a world of magical empowerment of feeling.

At the center of that impulse is the shaman. Stoned. Intoxicated on plants. Speaking with the spirit helpers. Dancing in the moonlight. Vivifying and evoking a world of conscious living mystery. That's what the world is.

The world is not an unsolved problem for scientists or sociologists.

The world is a living mystery.

Our birth, our death, our being in the moment. These are mysteries. They are doorways, opening on to unimaginable vistas of self-exploration, empowerment, and hope for the human enterprise.

Our culture has killed that. Taken it away from us. Made us consumers of shoddy products and shoddier ideals. We have to get away from that. And the way to get away from it is by a return to the authentic experience of the body. And that means sexually empowering ourselves. And it means getting loaded. Exploring the mind as a tool for personal and social transformation.

The hour is late. The clock is ticking.

We will be judged very harshly if we fumble the ball. We are the inheritors of millions and millions of years of successfully lived lives and successful adaptations to changing conditions in the natural world. Now that challenge passes to us: the living.

That the yet to be born may have a place to put their feet and a sky to walk under. That is what the psychedelic experience is about. Is caring for, empowering, and building a future that honors the past, honors the planet, honors the power of the human imagination.

There is nothing as powerful and as capable of transforming itself and the planet as the human imagination.

Let's not sell it straight. Lets not whore ourselves to nit wit ideologies.

Lets not give our control over to the least among us.

Rather, claim your place in the sun and go forward into the light.

The tools are there.

The path is known.

You simply have to turn your back on a culture that has gone sterile and dead and get with the program of a living world and an reempowerment of the imagination."

Terence McKenna - Eros and the Eschaton (MP3 27.2 MB)

11:02 pm
Now I need a pot noodle.
An example of stoned thought. ("Skunk" cannabis bud w/ Ghost In The Shell)

Note to self: hiveminds, consciousness, cause and effect, the origin of the universeCollapse )
Wednesday, January 11th, 2006
5:08 pm
My book is finally published
I finally published my book. I will be donating 5% of the proceeds from
any sales to Erowid and another 5% to MAPS and all the rest of it will
probably be spent on my medical school applications. The book is
similar to the Essential Psychedelic Guide but much larger and more in
depth. If anyone is interested they can purchase the book here:
Thursday, November 24th, 2005
12:59 pm
Translation of Dutch Trip Repot (MDMA)
Just an automated translation.
Needs some work :-P

This is natural even if long time ago but I have never written down it because I now still new solicit myself of that night can remind, and today seemed a good day describe everything (try). It on Lowlands, Sunday evening, and I had 2 days had been already impregnated and the previous night not slept and I started with a complete good girlfriend of me, j, collapse. We decided both therefore take a pill Maargoed, after 20 minutes, firstly complete softly and afterwards became it started my hands tingle always more terrible and the tintelingen passed through up so that after tijdje my complete body tingled. In the meantime we incurred the festival area and ran to the Bravo where Vitalic were I started if frantic I to dance found it this way terribly beautiful. But belonged to suddenly j to me, and I saw to dr that she was very very frightened, she said the complete time: I go much too hard, I go much too rapidly, I must just as quiet become, I must smoke dope just as. I felt myself in a slap on an empty stomach because she was frightened and I for her had look, we have already more often together geexperimenteerd with drugs and always if they frightened becomes it seems as if I just as helder become ensure that it goes well with her. Therefore I twist jointje for dr and say that she must will sit quietly, I want her outside the man mass bring which stands for the Bravo but she does not want further and will on open plekje between the mob sit. A couple friends our gone (who all what was further gone) panics with his all and starts our gone jump that we must to a quieter spot, of course are them right but I do not get her and I will sit at its. After a couple hoist of the joint become them more quietly but she feels himself far from good, them the complete time says but that she is this way glad that I am there and that I cannot go gone, never more. I hou its hands permanently and weerga songs for its to sing, and she must laugh, but I see still that she is frightened. I shout suddenly rockly-hard to a total unknown person that he must will obtain as a sodemieter water, apparently sounded I very dangerous because he was real within 2 minutes. Then will tell suddenly the most splendid tales which I know, concerning long extended meadows entirely full with flowers and the sun I, and whereas I tell it to beginning I also it to see. We close our eyes and stay down a class compared with each other, each other's hands permanently, and in the meantime talk we that we which wei lies with grass this way high see you blue air and the clouds langsdrijven. In the meantime I sit already more than one hour on my knees, and those therefore entirely afgekneld are but that I have not to I differently continue to sit. My legs start of course tingle but there become I heal frightened of, I think that them no longer doing! Therefore I say against j, hoo wait just as I will even stand, just as look at if my legs still doing. J starts right call that I cannot leave, and if I pair time have promised that I do not leave late them me separately and try I stand up. To my large stupefaction goes that simply, and I weerga to sit. The moment j is entirely lively it seems exactly or the MDMA in a time twice this way hard at me in beats, because I me therefore as long as helder had keep. After tijdje j comes sit its friend m. at our which is entirely to the spacen on his own hand, we now lies with his which spot entirely against each other. I lie on the lap of j and they on the lap of m., and together start them my face and my caress hands. And they call the complete time but how beautiful the structure of my skin is, and that my dreads sense this way terrible fantastically that I must and must do my eyes near laugh because I am then this way beautiful. ' you are kind alien!' j exclaims, and that finds I this way lief that them that says! I am entirely mad happy with how we lie there, I look at up as a result of which I therefore in the face of m. looks at, but I think that it is j. Therefore each time which I what against her says, says that I against found oneself. And I think the complete time but, hee they of place have been changed, what funnily I start at flashen and krijg of those short dreams, I thinks that there thing against me said become and answers then aloud, and then proves to be that nobody what said has, ensures much funny misunderstandings. Suddenly say j that I the manen must count once, I open my eyes and have to very terrible effort look at uberhaupt. I zoek to the maan, I weet still somewhere, however, that that in air hear be therefore I look at above the tent. And I say very softly laughing: hee look nou, it are there, however, 8! And m. says manen to jaa 8, I see it also! What somewhere also still happens is then we there sat is that 2 girlfriends of me ran along us, and they were very very dronken. And we sit there this way deliciously at spacen, and they call me, therefore I twist my head for (to what I heard later I did that this way slow that it lasted as much as a minute before I had effectively turned my head to their) and I have really a grijns from ear to ear on my face. And they start very hard laugh, logically according to me it really a terrible funny face was, but at that moment I it does not get, I become only complete angry. And I start tense up entirely enzo and fortunately see j that and those say: no on, late they do not enter but. and she calls against those girlfriends of me that they must go gone, what they do fortunately also. At a given moment we decide, stand up because we hear people call that miss starts twist Kittin. We wear in the tent and find a splendid open spot, I stand almost quiet but move very slow back and forth on music, very fine. We have lichtstaven in our hands and that is this way beautiful such as you sways, and m. belongs to always to me its hand to show which he superprachtig finds. He says that if he are poor omhoog does them exactly 300 km long seem, I tries it and it is really this way! My poor is this way long that they touch almost the tentdoek! I say against j that to the complete time I music this way beautiful find, this way I it has never found nicely, although I did not hear music really I think afterwards. I can remind myself namenlijk nothing of music at that moment. This piece is very terrible vaporously and of this weet I only flarden, because I dreamed the complete time halfly and halfly awake was that each other varied. Sometimes I of it a beetje became tired, because then I said because suddenly NO against someone I thought that there what asked/it was said, and if then oddly looked at he I had explain will entirely that I had dreamed it. I thought to the complete time also that I for smoking was, and then I thought that I my cigarette would have left falls and will I on the ground zoeken, then early do j, what zoek you? and I: my cigarette. Your wax to the roken!Ik does not will zoeken, however, a cigarette for you! And then my vriendje were there also and those kept up the complete time me, ookal did not have we real contact because he not on the same golf length as I zat. Sometimes he touched me just as to, my face, and then found I that entirely terrible because that small contact went entirely by my body. But this is still funniest and fattest of that complete night: I looked at omhoog to the roof of the tent and I saw a complete art work made of Sandwich Spread, and hung also photograph in enzo there, was nicely really indescribable and I can explain still not well how it looked forward to there, and I thought at mezelf, yes that j has made! Whereas I try to j multitude to tell that miss this terrible news I twist Kittin in an enormous office chair sit, but really reuze office chair heal funnily I want to j tell what I saw, but I I stammer weet that I cannot explain it therefore: sandwich, do not explain art! I walk away, and of 5 meters distance continue I to its look at, and I see that them me talks, them think that I stand still beside her, and after tijdje she sees that I am not there and she laughs very hard and calls: Heee you him is zomaar lubricated schobbejak!!! then suddenly comes all people the tent with plant barges, with all bamboo plants. J says me, bowl we will obtain a bit! Therefore we run to those people and ask if we can a brushwood. The boy to whom I ask looks at me, and says that: This is Angela, and you can, however, a bit of her if you are economical and carefully. Of course! I call, and I get a brushwood. And young what I have amused myself with that! That bit plants felt this way terrible to! If I danced, and moved my poor I felt trembling the sheets in my complete body. When suddenly or I seemed it always more often and longer in my ' dreams ' remained, and then I was scared suddenly really wakker, and my vriendje stand beside me and say: you are a beetje sober to for becoming the he. And yes this way it felt also as if I a beetje was clearer and I will sit just as to the edge of the dancing floor. If we the festival area must finished can I again what nuchterder think but are still not entirely on ground. I am possible firstly do not sleep and we lie with a couple people in a tent, and suddenly kabam, I fall in a complete terrible deep sleep, where nobody can make me from awake. If I wakker become, there suddenly a boy beside me calls: Look nou! There a little girl in the tent lies! He is entirely in the war. I am, but I have still entirely gladly felt myself 3 days afterwards, and if I heard music I had dance simply (stood go I then in the HEMA with my discman from my roof) certainly to try once more, I found the complete terrible relaxt, but that comes I also think by smoking dope without it had differently been probably complete.
1:45 pm
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005
10:52 pm
I never took the time to introduce myself!
So, here I am: Tim.18 year old girl from the netherlands
I'm very into drugs, it fascinates me what the human brain can do if you give it a chance :)
I have a very long tripreport, but it's Dutch so I have to translate it first ;)
2:54 pm
I'm new here.

Last weekend was great. I was in love with everything and everyone. I never saw that trees were so beautiful. Can't wait for the next time.
Wednesday, October 26th, 2005
10:20 pm
:) I just found this community.

Check out my journal.
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