goldnboi7
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^and no...that's dextromethorphan in cough syrup...
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Originally Posted by what are you gonna do
man, if you kids are talkin about uppin your game...you're nothin until you try that LEERRROOYYYYY JENKEMMMMM!!
But the one I had the other night was pretty troubling. Basically, I smoked and then I merged with my room. I effectively was the room. It freaked me out. I couldn't disconnect with the room no matter how hard I tried. I spent what seemed like eons as the room, maybe lifetimes. An eternity. I saw people go in and out, live in my room and I felt the hardships these people went through. Literally, I saw this one young boy go into the room and sleep and play for what had to be twenty years. I felt their emotions as the room. I can't put words to it, but I don't know what I was supposed to learn here
It's like I was the room. It's so hard to describe accurately, but like... when the boy was crying against the wall (I think he got beat up or something), i actually felt him pressing against... ME, but I was effectively the room.
It was nuts. I swear to you, I lived every single day of the room for at least twenty years. Every. Single. Day. Do you know how that feels, being locked in that sort of situation? Powerless to say the least! Night time would come, the boy would come home and do his homework in the room. He'd grow older, and I'd see him trying to get it on with his girlfriend. Not even exaggerating. This is how it was for like 20 years!
I did not get the point that the boy was me. It did not seem instantly familiar, the situations. It seemed as if a new family had moved into my house, and I was watching their life as this room. I mean, I can't recall every day of the experience, but there's some points that stick out.
Like this one time the boy got into an intense argument with his father, and the father was saying something like "I just want you to lead a better life than I did." Something like that, but, the fatherly love seemed so compassionate and close... like, I almost envied the boy. And then there was the time the boy came in with his girlfriend, he was trying to put the moves on her I think. He was so awkward, and there's that sort of clear sense of youthful passion that I felt deeply. It was intense.
The experience felt as real to me as me typing at the computer right now. The time felt as if it was passing as it normally would, in the "real world" it was ten minutes but in "Salvia time" I lived out a complete 20 years minimum
he's a mod btw
Basically, I smoked and then I merged with my room. I effectively was the room.