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I don't know where to start, how far back to go. All I really know is what I'm feeling now.
I guess I could start that day in my room, listening to Roger Waters, tripping my ass off. I had this vision of this girl I never saw before. It wasn't a dream and I wasn't making the shit up, it was just happening to me, like a fucking movie was playing inside my head.
I watched it and I don't know if I passed out or fell asleep, but all I know is her image was like burned in my brain. The next few days at school all I could see when I closed my eyes was her. It was killer. It fucking played with my head major.
About a week later, my buddy, Klaus, tells me there's this new girl from Albany that all the dudes were checking out. I didn't see her until art class.
I walked down the stairs to Mrs. Altman's studio. It's the sweetest room at Wesley. It looks out to the Oak Grove. It's fucking beautiful when the snow is coming down.
I go to sit down at the long table where I usually sit and there's Abby and Gina and then beside them is this new girl.
I fucking died right there. It was the girl I saw in my trip. It was totally the shit. I couldn't breathe. I was freaking. I couldn't stop looking at her. I would catch her eye, look away, look at her again, fucking look down, back at her again. Over and over. I was all squirrely and Klaus was trying to distract me. So I just picked up, took the stairs like three at a time and left. Seconds later, Klaus and Abby were beside me in the hallway asking me what the fuck?
I was all stuttery and shit.
I couldn't tell them about the trip, what I saw. I didn't want them to think I was whacked.
So, I just told them I thought the new girl was fine, who was she, and shit. Abby told me some stuff about her and I was feeling a lot better. So, I went back down.
I'm going to close this for now, the fucking bell's going to ring.
See y'all tomorrow.
P.S. I don't know what the fuck to title this, so I'm going to just write the music I'm listening to in the G-shock at the time.
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fuck man. You have to give her a trip, see if she hallucinates YOU.
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that is an amazing story. if you're gonna give her some trip, you better ship some to ohio. i can't for the life of me find acid or shrooms. i ate four hits of paper in october and until last week i searched fervently for more, to no avail. then last week i found shrooms, but we are so insanely dry for that kind of things.
i'll love you forever. :)
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That is very cool. I get visions of strange beautiful girls all the time and none of them ever appear in my real life.
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Theres an acid drought in Sydney too... Maybe its a WORLDWIDE SHORTAGE! We'll have to find alternate ways of making it! Or we'll end up mining the asteroid belts in search for acid and space dust! :)
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My buddies and me know this old hippy dude we affectionately call the herb man. We drive out to Ithaca when the need arises. Shrooms are the best. We usually hole up in a cave and trip, try to write everything down. Play the bongo and shit. It's nice once and a while to just let go, but I can't do it too often or else I'd be a zombie.
I continously ache for the experience though. I love you, too.
Hey Photophobe. She's clean and she thinks I am too. erm...
Hey Casey. Great hearing from you!
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