we listened to “tales of the inexpressible” and “nothing lasts” both shpongle albums. going on about wutever we could think of, smoking a bong of white widow, i realized that wow it was almost midnight already. the 2nd album was wrapping up. I cut out 2 slices of lsd, for rachel, and 2 bigger slices for me. she had about 2 hits, and i had 3 or a little more. we had 2 batches, my normal “blue buddhas”, and some festie acid i got. called “which way is up”. i wasnt familiar with it so much, and apparently its a hell of a lot better than the blue stuff i usually have.
We put on “are you shpongled”. dosed our lsd, and another half of a roll. by the time the last two tracks were playing (my 2 favorite on the album) i was already feeling it. I could tell because i had lost much of the lovey, playful, horniness, i had for rachel. it was replaced with an analytical demeanor, and all the lines straightened out in the house. the surfaces quickly became smooth, and the music started to take control.
the album ended and i knew it was time for the ineffable. The name itself provokes thought. like wut is inefffable? i had to ask rachel. but it was like i already knew.
the first 2 tracks flew by. shpongolese spoken here grabbed me and wouldnt let go. I thought we now have a language and a land, a territory to call our own? who is we? anyone who gets shpongled. even if havent listened to shpongle you can get shpongled. is it lsd? is it mediation? is it getting absolutely wasted? maybe all of the above. its a state of mind, a state of magic, a state of pure open mindedness, imagination and love.
Rachel packed a full bong of the white widow. she gave me a large nug to smell. its amazing how good weed makes a difference when you are tripping. it smelled like a fine spice. this wasnt any of my own bud. from a close friend. it smelt as if it had been brought by distant travelers from far off lands. the sweet weed tickled my nose, and i could already feel its effects.
::::After this bong session things get a little “out there”, time is meaningless, and i think i may have been mostly dissolved of ego, in other words REALLY FUCKIN HIGH::::
I ripped the bong a small one, just to judge how it was going to effect my lungs. i passed it to rachel and a warm fuzz began to flow through my body. the next one was a lunger. i filled my hand made glass bong to a chalky yellow white, and inhaled. it entered my chest like a breath of air. no signs of coughing, or the occasional tssssttt, or pppptppttt of an escaping bong hit. wut felt like minutes later i let a cloud of smoke out. combining with the previous bong rips, the room was quite cloudy. or was that my eyes?
the other bong hits were just as satisfying, and i knew that there was going to be a roller coaster to come. sometimes green bud sends a tripping person into instant paranoia. if it hasnt happened to you, you probably have seen it. for me, its my cue to get comfortable, and close my eyes. being very used to closed eye visuals, i was expecting some mega kaleidoscopic shit. ya know the stuff the artists see. the epic ruins, or the rainbows and gears and pyramids. or maybe the tranquil oceans of extraterrestrial planets.
i had this urge to look up, not tilt my head back and look at the ceiling, but roll my eyes up into my head. it took some time for the area to fill in, but it was as if was shot to a new plain of existence, a new dimension, was this shpongleland? i have no idea where i was. the music calmed me, it made me feel as i belong. my brain made connection after connection. as if i was a computer that hadnt been hooked to the internet in years. like i was being scanned for proper updates. having been updated i shot upward. constantly climbing, like a rocket!
i shot by wut i could only consider, other people in this world. i could see them getting hung up, when i looked closer. i saw unfulfilling relationships, memories of child hood torment, evil deeds, and devious people. these were not me. many people i didnt know, but one was kim. i could see her in this relationship that was holding her back. her torment, i could see that she is doing it to herself. this is nothing i can do for her except be supportive.