Insects

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a experiment i'm currently working with, hopefully to evolve as a writer. Therefore i'm posting it here for feedback.

Submitted: October 17, 2014

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A cross eyed boy is sitting in the corner, reading Brave New World on the dirty floor with shivering skin. A quick thought leads to a whole complex of concept patterns sprawling out over the brains… As he wandered across the pages making up the story a gnawing feeling grew in his chest. Insects. 

Watcha up to? No one really knew; probably not even himself.

Insects.

He got up and opened his drawer to pick up a small zip bag containing a slightly beige powder. ”Shit, the ACO’s getting bad”. He opened the zip lock and carefully poured a small amount of the drug into his left palm, gathered some saliva on his tongue and quickly licked up. Taste of chemical and dilated black openings. A metallic buzz ran down his legs, advanced trough his fingertips, up the arms and settled in the chest. INSECTS. He felt his body getting heavier and he seemed to drift away from the material borders it created. ”It’s like your soul’s shaking an inch to the left and back again, slowly dissolving the concrete feel of the self.” 4-ACO-DMT was easy to obtain and even easier to use way too often. Buying large amounts is pretty cheap: cheaper than hashish. The first hour can be described as some kind of struggle between the matter and the metaphysics defining you. After this you just get higher and higher and somewhere around 90-120 into the trip you peak. The peak on 4-ACO-DMT is physically unbearable on higher doses. You feel like you’re going to dissolve into the cacophony of dimensions, the whole body tingles and tactile sensations runs trough you like creeping spiders under the skin. 

Visually it’s quite impressive, you get the fractals and the patterns and the usual stuff but there’s something more: a certain message. You can feel it in your body, in your mind and if you’re high enough you can actually see it. The compound applies a grid to the sky or where ever you’ve focused your glazed eyes on. The grid develops and get more and more detailed, more glowing layers of pipelines, big cylinders transporting energy big pulsing motions and eyes covering the rest of your vision. But the actual information isn’t found here, it’s channeled through your mind. 

It’s the feeling of a constant stream of loads and loads information piercing your skull and entering your brain and i think the whole thing’s about reality and it’s true nature. By true nature i mean reality unfiltered, without the limits of your perception. Reality in all it’s glory, dimensions and forms. Receiving this kind of knowledge can be quite disturbing since you get that feeling of ”this isn’t meant for man to know” but i guess that’s because it rather isn’t made for man to know. It’s like trying to load a USB-stick on a 89’s gameboy DMG-01, if you get the point. But there’s useful info we’re talking about. You just have to accept the fact that it’s extremely hard to explain properly using words: artistic expression and such are much better mediums for ineffable, mystic experiences like this one. Anyway, once you’re peaking you think that maybe the dose was too low because you can’t really access all the information you need and therefore it’s quite hard to get a good image of what it’s all about. It’s a weird feeling, like a thousand nails right into the ego, opening small holes for the self to leak out and explore without the limitations of the human body.


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