Can’t they see I’m busy melting?
I have a very vivid memory of walking into a gas station at 2am with friends, high on mushrooms. We all went our separate ways to grab drinks and snacks, and then stood in a surprisingly long line with a few strangers to purchase them. I was in another dimension. All of us were. None of us were communicating with each other whatsoever. Just standing there in line with huge pupils and snacks in our arms. Then someone started snickering quietly. Then another. Then another. Soon it was psychedelic fucking pandemonium beneath those florescent gas station lights. I think even the strangers may have been having a good time. Good memory.
makin_an_effort@discuss.tchncs.de 1 hour ago
The first time I made my own mescaline, just as I started coming up the doorbell rang. I optimistically opened it, to find two jehova’s witnesses. I was only 18, not the best with strangers at the best of times, so i excused myself and fetched my housemate, who engaged them in a protracted theological discussion while I rolled about on the hall carpet and listened.
memeconsumer@lemm.ee 26 minutes ago
You made your own what, now?
Pudutr0n@feddit.cl 17 minutes ago
Sounds p fun, ngl.