you would have enjoyed the evening. it was demented. malice in the air. sufi keep forcing him to smoke these massive hippy joints even though he'd turned bright green
Wow what were the ghosts! I am intriguedthis could be via the perception of pot as something of a reality enhancer, psychedelic's as a reality leaver, and alchohol as a reality excuser, but the thoughts I had the first times I got dangerously high in highschool didn't leave me for weeks, never had the same ghosts follow me around on any other substance
Bookmarkedonce saw a girl get so high she started screaming as loud as she could that she could see god and he was coming to kill her and that she was actively dying. everyone had to leave the hang out for an hour while her boyfriend came and picked her up and we never saw her again
dont remember, just thoughts I couldnt shake. I was in highschool so it was probably uncomfortable confrontations with ones phony phony personality and a paranoid sense that everyone hated me.
And it was all true every bit