This is me looking beyond like my PTSD. Anyone who knows for really real what PTSD is knows it gives you the power to look beyond.
So I'm not edit this caca. Then it will be a true look at mental illness from drug abuse and repeated head trauma.
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsMuekXTxe9ybyhxiVrCtlv18FluQdmd7This was the movie to put on about 2 or 3 hrs after you drop.
I was too punk for Floyd till I did this like over and over. Max dose is a must. I remember the best shit to ever come through in the 90s was white fluff. It came from a phish show in pa. The was so much of it. I seen people selling their clothes for more.
It was unsafe to walk in traffic on. My vision had slid around like a 9 square puzzle. Once we crossed on a hope and a prayer the 3 of us crossed the tedesco country club blind af.
I saw my two friends circled around me like I was in the center of a Kaleidoscope. I looked beyond and the golfers were all fucking on the green like hippies in the desert.
The Canadian geese we're all walking backwards laying their next on blocks chopping their own heads off with their wings and hopping into ovens. It was like some green scale nightmare.
Large chunks of sky slid out of their holes and fell on to the ground in the shape of puzzle pieces.
Puzzle pieces are almost always a main theme Their neon outlines roll towards me across the clouds to the beat of the symphony I created with my heat beat. Loud af. It rains rainbow drops and Crystal spiders as night turns to day and back.
My friend is up to his neck in a puddle of quick silver 1 ft in diameter. My friend Brett sees it too. He yells Dave get out of the water you're going to drown.
Dave whimpers back I KNOOOOOOW MAN!!! AND starts trashing on the ground in the quick silver.
I only have one cigarette so I leave the trail. They smell the smoke and find me few hundred yards in. I'm hostile. People run into the woods.
We stumbled upon a skyscraper looking Thorn bush and a swamp. No trail can be seen. We press on.
My air walks are ruined. My carpenter jeans ripped pocket to ankle and we are all bleeding. The sky is cracked and broken the village at vinin sq tennis court fence has 8 ft swells. A bomb hits a volcano erupts there's klansman on the horizon.
This story came out backwards lol. We started with Floyd then woods then the golf course klansman etc...
Here is my last one.
I wake up because I passed out from stress. I'm 38 and I took way too much. I'm being evicted from Somerville and the McGrath is being repaved right out my bathroom window.
The ceiling is boiling The plaster button holes sing and look for tits to suck like Freddy Krueger's chest and he's talking about his victims.
I see downtown Boston from above the streets are boiling with rapids of blue scale people raging down stream.
I see my self rise to the top of the drowning screaming masses. I zoom in and see My blue scale cartoon cats are circling me like nucleus. I sink to the bottom. I see my friends they aren't with me. I see my sister. I regret teaching her the punk way of life she's getting high. I cry. I move away to the bathroom. The machine is grinding the highway outside the bathroom. I yell at them get a good whiff of exhaust try to vomit. I look up see the party. I know there's no one here. It's just me. I looked in the mirror and I'm off to the races. I'm talking to people at the party. I put the delay peddle bon repeat after striking it a few times. Lots of time disappears I think about how white trash I am and how I influence my loved ones to death with my horrendous cool brand of death.
I am god I am dead.
I float away on my bed in my blue light and a hand descends from the ceiling. I see Brett I think I've been blind my whole life I'm read to leave this all behind and be with my dead friends. My hand slips Im in Space. I see the party as a giant smog covered ship floating away. I can't get back. There are others. My window cracks. Frost quickly spreads across the controls and over my hands.
I'm like oh no!!! That shit echos on and on and on. I freeze completely and I'm look at my pod foot away into space.
It's shaped like a uk tall cone spike. There are more I'm looking at my jacket really closely. Oh no fades into the delay feed back loop me I have going and likely been hearing for hours.
I think fuck how did I let the hand go!!! I'm going to be stuck here and everyone is right I'm schizophrenic. I don't see what I'm supposed to see. I'm a slave to this.
The rest is just rage and frickin disappointment till I take like a fist full of Xanax and pass out.
I haven't felt like tripping since but I did one more in a storm at fort seawall. It was off shore. Wind so strong it was hard to stand the skate was the most red I've ever seen. I had long distance been skating through the night and finished at the fort.
Unless I edited this non of it will make sense but I can still see it all. I've tripped thousands of times it was all a pretty bad idea. My last head injury in 2016 was what did me brain in.
Nothing has been the same. Also my last run on dust was like the year before. I did the daily daily for like my entire ACL.
I'm kinda glad I don't do anything but weed now. I hit 40 I said ok enough is enough. I'm going to skate for a drug till I die. That's how I want to go out. On my board. That's it. That's how my story will end. Survived to skate forever. I want nothing else for just me in life period. I am the real 100% everything else is extra and I only need my friends and family.
Happy new year slap.
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