me and my friends do this all the time, what you gotta do is get really stoned first...then just make up a story when stoned... Only rule is though you've got to type whatever comes into your head straight off.... this is mine and a friend story from last week Hello Twice upon a time, rob ben and sparkie went to the pet shop, where the manager grew weed in his dog kennels using dogs piss as fertiliser. They decided to buy some milkshake. Then they went down to aldi to buy a vaporiser so they could smoke theyre milkshake but while on the way to aldi they all bumbed into some bumbling mormons who gave them a free 9 bar of skunk for $20 Rob said "he's gonna sell them when he moves to hawaii"......They all got stoned and ended up in hawaii near africa which was only seven pesetas over the border. They all decided to smoke from there vaporiser which they didnt have becuase they forgot to buy it but they did anyway, after charking up the seventh bowl for Ben he decided to play the camel song using a pair of rubber gloves and his spandau ballet collection ............body and soul........tra la la la. Then bonio bear appeared and took a shot he was so fuckin stoned he didnt know the hell what was goin on....They all shot him in the head and stole his bellybutton then proceded to get more wrecked, by this time they had started seeing things.(only put on full stop after a sentence other wise the meatloafs will find us) The lemons were quite big and plump i dont know what this has to do with the story though but generally they were....They all ate the lemons and found some little mushrooms on the floor rob decided to eat one or two(fuck me im wrecked) supervisor of a local store decided to buy some wood for his chickens to eat and whilst he was out of the shop, the triad decided to rob some food.dun dun der....Theyre were a couple of minks at the counter so they blew them up with some store brand lemon meringues what value! Soon enoughh a little rabbit decided to live in robs boxers and ben put a pancake on its head with much liberation then continued theyre journey to the heart of asia there they booked a hotel in downtown new york. in a designer store they witnessed a gruesome porking the supervisor. the gruseome saw their espionage so shaun connery apeared and said "what is the name of the game, and the eye of the tooth fairy. by this time the writers of this story were thoroughly marmarised. "so" after the fight with john the babtist the stablebuck came out for a game of croquet. they had harsh bongs so they made them smoother with crushed ice which rob made with a frozen packet of mince. this was rather effective. so the gang decided to visit the infidel in saint-lucifer-san andreas. they got there and sexed up the rotors of a plane so that it could cut through small blocks of cheese after several hours of intense cheese cutting the infidel and because he was blind he didnt see the rotors and ended up as a block of cheese named pllleep. oh dear said someone in the audience.we need a prox server down here right away! Without hesitaion a bubbling goat appa eared with three jugs tits. rob didnt like the pork scratchings though.which also has the relevance of a dead cat-dracula caucasian girl....
I dunno bout all that a bit to long to read. But on my first DXM trip me and my friend wrote down some WEIRD shit. Suttin like we were a giant wave. And that our life was built up for just that ONE night. And then suttin about sittin still or the bees will sting us lol. I wrote that i was gonna lose it. And that everything was PERFECT. That was b4 i started freakin out tho lol. We wrote that our brains were all fuzzy. Lol all kindsa shit. It was pretty cool to read the next day.
nope, I've never written down random stories... But I like to write down my thoughts and things like that (or even a story that I actually try to think up), sometimes. But if I haven't been stoned for a few weeks and I find my notes, I think to myself "wtf, I gotta stop doin this shit..." lol I like to think of designing when I'm stoned (all kinds of things)... but when I find those notes, I often find a crucial part to the design missing, and so the design is crap.
ive never wrote any stories. it looks kinda fun.im gonna try it today . i tried to draw on acid once.......its not really even a picture of anything i forgot what i was trying to draw at the time though.
i have never tried to write or draw when im high but it sounds pretty cool unless ^^ that happens -420- peace
yes.. this was from when i was tripping. and i continued it when i was high. ALL FORMS OF LIFE DERIVE FROM THE SAME ENTITY. EVOLUTION AND CHANGE WHICH ARISE IN THE PRESENCE OF RISE AND DESCENT ARE INEVITABLE. CLIMACTICISM THE UTOPIA IN ITS NATURE RAMIFIES LIFE'S DESIRE FOR CHANGE AND CONTINUING CLIMACTIC AND ANTICLIMACTIC EVENTS. IF A UTOPIAN SOCIETY WERE TO EXIST, IT WOULD BE ONE THAT EXISTED AS AN ANTI-SOCIETY WHICH PROVIDES FOR THE CITIZEN TO LIVE AS AN INDIVIDUAL FREE OF UNJUSTIFIABLE JUDGEMENT FROM ANYONE OTHER THAN HIMSELF. ITS RAMIFICATION IS SIMPLE IN ITS COMMENCEMENT AND IS CONSTITUTED OF CONTINUING RISE AND DESCENT. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR THIS SOCIETY TO EXIST FOR ANY SIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF TIME BECAUSE IT MUST PRECEDE ALL PROGRESS; REVOLUTIONS THAT WILL RISE AND FALL WITH THE TIDE OF EXISTENCE AND BEING. HOWEVER, THIS FLUCTUATION IS FAR DRAWN OUT BY THE PERCEPTION OF TIME. ALL MATTER THAT EXISTS WILL EXIST, AND HAS EXISTED; IT ULTIMATELY EXISTS IN THE PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE SIMULTANEOUSLY. WHY WOULD ONE POINT IN TIME BE MORE SIGNIFICANT THAN ANOTHER? IT WOULDN'T. EXISTENCE, AND THE IDEA OF “THE PRESENT†IS A PLACE THAT EXISTS AT NO SPECIFIC TIME. IT IS MORE THE CONCEPT OF “NOWâ€. IF ONE MINUTE OF EXISTENCE WENT UNNOTICED OR FORGOTTEN, WHY SHOULD IT BE ANY MORE SIGNIFICANT IF IT WERE ONE MILLENIUM. THE DIFFERENCE WOULD ONLY BE WITHIN OUR MINDS BECAUSE OUR LIFE AS WE KNOW IT IS QUITE LIMITED. AS FAR AS THE CHANGES IN EXISTENCE WITHOUT ANY PERSPECTIVE GOES, CHANGE IS ETERNAL AND REPEATING, SO ALL IS THE SAME, TIME IS IRRELEVANT. BUT DESPITE THE FACT THAT THERE IS NO SPECIFIC TIME THAT COULD EXPRESS “THE NOWâ€, OUR FLOW OF EXISTENCE (THE “NOWâ€) IS EXPRESSED SIMPLY BY THE TURNING OF THE HANDS ON A CLOCK. AN UNCHANGING CLOCK IS A BROKEN ONE. ALSO, AN UNCHANGING EXISTENCE HAS NO USE FOR TIME AND NO RELEVANCY TO TIME. THE PREDILECTION FOR CHANGE AND RENEWAL IS ALSO EVER INCREASING AND FALLS VICTIM TO CLIMACTICISM: THE BASIC CONCEPT OF A FLOW. WHETHER IT BE FLOW OF ENERGY, SOUND, OR LIGHT, A FLOW IS ESTABLISHED BY OSCILLATIONS BECAUSE WITHOUT THIS RISE AND DESCENT, WITHOUT VARIATION, MATTER IS STATIC AND COULD ONLY EXIST IN A REALM WITHOUT A PAST, PRESENT, OR FUTURE. IT IS ALSO TO BE NOTED THAT BECAUSE A UTOPIA, AN ECOSPHERE OF COMPLETE HARMONY, CANNOT CONTINUE (FOR IT EXISTS ONLY AS A BEGINNING), IT HAS EXISTED EITHER ONCE OR NEVER, DEPENDING ON HOW MUCH MERIT YOU ASCRIBE TO TIME. TIME BEGAN WHEN EXISTENCE BEGAN BECAUSE IF THERE WAS NO “NOW†THERE COULDN'T HAVE BEEN A BEFORE, OR AN AFTER (BECAUSE WITHOUT A PERSPECTIVE, THERE IS NO NOW). WITHOUT A LIVING PERSPECTIVE AND WITHOUT AN END, EXISTENCE HAS NO RELEVANCY TO TIME. THE NATURE OF SOCIETY IS TO TEAR ITSELF DOWN AND REBUILD. HUMANS HAVE CONCEPTUALISED AND REALISED A FEW (MAJOR) SYSTEMS OF LIVING (GOVERNMENTS) THAT ARE COMPLETELY INTERDEPENDENT. NATURE INSTRUCTS US THAT ALTHOUGH SYMBIOTICISM EXISTS, IT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO EXIST AS A COLLECTIVE. ALL OF NATURE'S INDIVIDUAL PROCESSES ARE PART OF A COLLECTIVE BUT DOES NOT AFFECT THAT IT DOES NOT PHYSICALLY TOUCH. THOMAS PAINE WRITES IN HIS FAMOUS REVOLUTIONARY PIECE, COMMON SENSE, “ THE BLOOD OF THE SLAIN, THE WEEPING VOICE OF NATURE CRIES, ‘TIS TIME TO PART. […] EVERYTHING THAT IS RIGHT OR NATURAL PLEADS FOR SEPERATION.†WE HAVE WEAVED A WEB SO LARGE WITH SO MANY RESIDENTS THAT WE ARE GETTING INESCAPABLY TANGLED. MANY PEOPLE WHO HAVE TRIED WITH AGGRESSION AND VIOLENCE TO UNTANGLE THEMSELVES AND OTHERS CONTINUE TO DISRUPT AND FURTHER ENTANGLE THE WEB THAT SO TIGHTLY BINDS US. IT IS THROUGH CAREFUL THOUGHT AND DELICATE UNRAVELING THAT WE CAN FREE OURSELVES FROM THE SELF INFLICTED VIRAL NATURE OF A HUMAN HEIRARCHY. MANKIND IS THE ONLY ORGANISM THAT HAS MADE A SYSTEM SO COMPLEX, THAT HE HAS MADE SURE THAT HIS LEGACY OF MISERY AND HUNGER IS UNAVOIDABLE. ONE THAT IS BORN INTO SOCIETY KNOWS NO OTHER WAY OF EXISTENCE. WHEN OUR BANKS ARE AS FULL AS OUR MOUTHS, WHAT HAVE WE GAINED? SIMPLY THE POWER OUR GOVERNMENT PROVIDES. MONEY IS THE POWER TO LIVE, TO CHANGE, AND/OR TO INFLUENCE. BUT IT IS ONLY MERITED BY THE SAME SYSTEM THAT DESTROYS OUR SOCIETY AND DESTROYS LIFE. WAR AND POVERTY HAVE NO MEANING IN A WORLD WITH MINIMAL ESTABLISHMENT. MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL BECAUSE OF THE SYSTEM THAT EMPLOYS IT. IT IS ASSUMED THAT HUMANS SHOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED ANY MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY OTHER WALK OF LIFE. AN ORGANISM IS THE SYNTHESIS OF MANY COMPLEX WORKING SYSTEMS, A CONVERGANCE OF LIVING DESIRE. WITH THE HUNGER, THE DRIVE, AND THE INEVITABLE PREDILECTION TO USE AND REPEAT. TO CLIMB, TO FALL, TO REGROUP, TO ADAPT, TO OVERCOME; THESE ARE FUNDAMENTAL PREDILECTIONS OF EXISTENCE.
Yeah, we call it "freewriting". You just get stoned, get a pen and paper and don't think about writing, just write. Also works with drawing. If I had a camera around here at all I would post some of the FUCKED UP things that I draw when I blaze. Also, a fun game to play is to get some poeple in a circle, get baked, and say 3 words of a story each... like... person 1: Bobby went to person 2: the supermarket and person 3: ran into an person 1: old friend who person 2: grew weed in person 3: his mom's vagina. and just keep going and possibly write it down. It's fuckin' hilarious.
not quite like that, but i do like to write when i am high. usually little blurbs that hold a great degree of meaning to me at the time, or just ideas for stories and what not. funny you make this thread now, because i had just been going through a notebook of stoned ramblings.
I wrote this one day when i was stoned and on mushrooms. Its not really a story kinda like a random poem i guess and i have no idea what the fuck i was talking about. Here it is: When everything is twisted into endless minds that are misted through a sea of smoke and everything around you fades away like shades of gray on a sunny summer day. Shattered moons of planets far away erupting into the void leaving all the empty shells of long forgotten tales broken down into a spine numbing interest in a culture that it diverted by the indecency of allegiany which is restricted by the model that is scripted in the minds of the past, like a city thats destroyed being ressurected at last. Stuck inside a slumber that is filled with 7 numbers all equally divine until the end of time when the sun forgets to shine.
I wrote a script to something I called "weed porn" once, a beautiful woman is hitting a metal pipe when a cop pulls into her driveway, as soon as he walks in she stashes the pipe in her vagina, the officer eats her asshole out and accidentally inhaled a bunch of smoke from it, then gets paranoid and runs away from the house with his clothes still off.
hello, there are people in my head. they speak of words i do not comprehend. the thoughts within. i wrote it in cursive. i never write in cursive.
I write and draw comic books for a living, of course I've written some strange random crap when I've been fucked up.
I'd love to read literature but it's too difficult if you don't use correct grammar and punctuation. I don't understand how some people lose the ability while they're high or tripping on something. I and others don't, some do. At least, do some post-high proofreading and correcting. I'm blitzed on OG kush right now, its not that hard to hit my 's and put periods at the end of sentences.
Did DXM literally two nights back and had the most profound, amazing experience of my entire life. All of what you wrote down had truth to it. What you experienced was perfect, and in a sense everything in your life was built up for that one night. You had true insight into things in this state of heightened awareness, but you dismiss it when you sober up, because you can no longer comprehend what you've written down. That's because you can only experience what you've experience at the time. When you're sober, you are no longer in that state. Words are ultimately meaningless then because they only partially convey the true beauty and wonder of the experience. Just accept that it was an incredible night, and try and learn from it what you can
Yes! I right wrongs, conquer great evils - all that stuff. Seriously though, yes, I write but sometimes it looks a lot better when I'm actually writing it and when I return to it a day later when I'm sober it's not that good... But I guess that's true with how I see most of my writing, even when I'm not stoned. That's not to say I haven't written anything I've liked whilst high. I have written stories/poems I've been very proud of.