I Am Withering Away Noun by Noun
Mushrooms & Cannabis
Citation: NoNameRyan. "I Am Withering Away Noun by Noun: An Experience with Mushrooms & Cannabis (exp113132)". Erowid.org. Jun 28, 2019. erowid.org/exp/113132
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| DOSE: |
1.7 g | oral | Mushrooms |
| .5 g | smoked | Cannabis |
| BODY WEIGHT: | 140 lb |
Ryan.
The unnerving taste of the other lingers even through the harsh cannabis smoke. Strands of the strange lodged between my teeth. A few too many minds surround me; a problem unrecognized. Lush foliage now ash, we wander inside. Where will this night go; no where far, but farther than before.
I find myself sitting, leaning against a breathing wall, losing touch. The colors more vivid than ever before. The body that I inhabit appears to be a stranger.
The body that I inhabit appears to be a stranger.
I must place this body in the comfort of the bed to prepare for what is to come. The body has settled. Stop. A new face. Distorted, grotesque, inhuman. Fear. Speak, be normal. They are.
Once again, alone with care takers. This space is alive. Stretching violently. I am withering away noun by noun. This space inhabited, shatters into shards of mirrors, tossed into the infinite void. I exist at the center. This exists at the center. Time has no power here. Confusion, terror, the only sensations.
Re-construction. Find the mirrors. Tape them haphazardly together, find some remnant of before. It's been years since the care-taker has been seen. They are watching, the body left behind is safe. The void fills with sound. A siren blares.
Noun.
Noun.
Noun.
Noun.
Noun.
Millennium past. A glimpse of before. How long have I not been talking to you? “Like, 30 seconds”. The void engulfs me once more. The sirens continue.
Dog.
Dog.
Dog.
Dog.
Dog.
Dog.
Dog.
Human.
Human.
Human.
Human.
Human.
Human.
Human.
Ryan. This is who I must be. This is what was lost.
| Exp Year: 2015 | ExpID: 113132 |
| Gender: Male | |
| Age at time of experience: 18 | |
| Published: Jun 28, 2019 | Views: 32 |
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| Mushrooms (39), Cannabis (1) : Poetry (43), Combinations (3), Unknown Context (20) | |
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