[IVY]

ThIS ThReAd Is FoR tHoSe MomEnTs WhEn
YoUr ArE sO fUcKeD uP aNd YoU BeLIeVe tHAt yUu HaVe NoW dIsCoVeR sOmEtHinG eNsIgHtfUl AnD MeANinGfUl ..



(if reading the above 3 sentences has not become difficult, go back and some more and then smoke double THAT amount... then you will be ready to post here.. or... maybe just past out.. )




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[Tripp___x]

Its like...The whole world is made up of pixels...My friend thinks that too, he seen it first though.

[sir_smoke_alot]

er hoi hoi?

[Boffin]

I've had shitloads...

Once I was talking to Unholy about time travel and just realised (and ranted about for a long time on MSN) that every person at every Hendrix, Zeppelin, whatever concert - the old legendary concerts - was / is / will be (gah) a time-traveller who's come back to see their favourite band. The cunts. lol

What else... Shit... I dunno.

[moogman]

so like when your so high and think of something like wow! i invented a tool that puts food in your mouth, and comming down and relized that what you invented is nothing more then a fork! hahhah lol!

[Boffin]

^^^ that's fuckin' awesome man. I love that kinda shit.

My friend managed to convince me that my legs had *actually* turned to lead instead of just feeling like it.

[sir_smoke_alot]

i thought i was amazing at playing the drums and the guitar, turns out i wasnt even playing anything, i was doing air guitar and tapping my knees for drums haha

[drukqs]

Im not stoned, but everytime i smoke i get one of these ideas.. And once i even had an idea about ideas :)

[haterade]

I was thinking this a while back, the world that we live in, is it a mental projection of a place that we think we live in? I remeber hearing, "Thought is real, physical is the illusion" and I thought it was one of the best quotes I have ever heard. Maybe we all live inside our heads.

[AnnonUSA]

Now these things are really stupid.

Once a bunch of friends and I were totally shitfaced in a friends attic room. After a while we started talking about time travel and going back to prehistoric times, to the point everyone was convinced that if we looked out a window, we had actually gone back in time. We were all too scared (and too wasted) to stand up and look out the window to verify the theory.

Another time about 5 or six of us met at a friends house, went in his room and smoked some hash and good weed, everyone got a really healthy buzz and then everyone became real quiet, you know just looking at each other with nothing to say. So we just kind of sat there, no conversation, no music, no TV, no nothing. When someone broke the Ice and we started to leave to go out, it was like 4 hours later....

[gilligan]

[Dripping`]

I think about this many times when I'm fucked up..

" holy shit.. the world is infinite.. I believe in aliens now. "

[AppalledWithMe]

There was a time that I thought I understood the concept of multiple dimensions when I was really high and watching the Discovery Science channel. Then I tried to reach into the 4th dimension to say hi. Then I drew a line and stared at it for about 10 minutes thinking, "wow... that's the 1st dimension... or is it the 2nd..." Then I passed out.

[Coo]

maybe i shouldn't bother reading the rest of this thread

[AppalledWithMe]

^^ Just for that comment... here is some stream of consciousness I did while stoned. For those of you who are not English nerds like myself, stream of consciousness is where you just write everything down as you think it. You don't stop and you don't question it, it just goes on the page (or the screen) as you go. So these are my stoned "deep" thoughts.

I do not fill this space as it flies in my head like dice. What space I ask myself and get no reply but silence, and perhaps silence is the space I am lost in. I wonder as I drive at 48 on the highway what i'm doing here, and if it matters and why I'm so angry at myself. And I wish that I had made a mark. Make a mark. Burn, cut, slash, scar. These are the marks we make to prove that we were here. Bruises fade and leave with nothing. I tried to make my mark. I threw things at cars and punched at faces but nothing hurt, nothing stung, nothing stayed. I wish I could cut you deep and remind others I had touched you, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't take you, only ask you to come. You do not see me in you anymore. No one can find traces of me. I do not exist. I do not fill this space. I am never part of another, just a sattelite, a reminder, a memory. And I cannot fix what I never broke. And if spirits can hold scars, maybe I've made marks. Deep, angry, red marks that never heal and never go away. But they hide in the corners, under skin, perhaps I own your insides. Perhaps I own nothing. Perhaps I'm just flying along praying for a miracle. Maybe I need scars. Maybe I need owned. I have not let myself get cut. All my bruises have healed. I am just as unmarked as I have left others. Why do I wander when I could fly home? Please come and take me home.

[smokeythebear]

all we are is dust in the wind dude

[Luke]

i'm high you high lets try to get higha, here use my lighta, set that ass on fire

[IVY]

YOUR MELONCHOLY DESINSATATION OF THE MOST PLEASENT OF SENSATIONS ...Is... MY DESTRUCTION...
9/30/05

[stoned jude]

^^^oh man..... :blazed:

[IVY]

sitting back... and realizing... wow... i am always fucked up....

-Circa 05