Contributor: Paul Tristram - - I was up! I was tripping?!?! I had finally done it. Two hundred magic mushrooms. It was not funny like people had said even though I was laughing. There were no giant rats. I was not being chased by pink elephants. Huge Pac-men were not eating my feet. And there was absolutely no sign of nuns with piranha faces. It was just me laughing and crying all at the same time. I was with five other people but I felt totally alone. Just me and my ruptured personality. There was wave after wave of emotional fear. A dangerous intoxicating excitement. I was scared shitless but I was enjoying it. I started chewing the inside of my mouth, I bit too hard, it bled, it felt good. I took a drink from my cider bottle. I didn’t need the cider. I didn’t need fuck all! I was finally tripping. I had found a hidden question-less...

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Author: Paul Tristram