This is an excerpt from the book 'Go Ask Alice' by anonymous. A true story written back in the 70's, it's the diary of a teenaged girl named Alice who's first drug experience is an acid spiked soda among a bunch of almost strangers (spiked without her knowledge so she doesn't know what's happening to her) and the following is her personal recount of the trip and I think it's marvellous! Her journey into drugs deepens from here and I fully 100% recommend this book to everyone!
My whole body was tense at every muscle and a feeling of weird apprehnsion swept over me, strangled me, suffocated me. When I opened my eyes, I realised that it was just Bill who had put his arm around my shoulder. 'Lucky you,' he was saying in a slow-motioned record on the wrong speed voice, 'but don't worry, I'll baby-sit you. This will be a good trip. Come on, relax, enjoy it, enjoy it'. he caressed my face and neck tenderly, and said 'Honestly, I won't let anything bad happen to you.' Suddenly he seemed to be repeating himself over and over like a slow-motioned echo changer. I started laughing, wildly, hysterically. It struck me as the funniest, most absurd thing I had ever heard. Then I noticed the strange shifting patterns on the ceiling. Bill pulled me down and my head rested in his lap as I watched the pattern change to swirling colors, great fields of reds, blues and yellows. I tried to share the beauty with the others, but my words came out soggy, wet and dripping or tasting of color. I pulled myself up and began walking, feeling a slight chill which crept inside as well as outside my body. I wanted to tell Bill, but all I could do was laugh.
Soon whole trains of thought started to appear between each word. I had found the perfect and true and original language, used by Adam and Eve, but when I tried to explain, the words I used had little to do with my thinking. I was losing it, it was slipping out of my grasp, this wonderful and priceless and true thing which must be saved for posterity. I felt terrible, and finally I couldn't talk at all and slumped back onto the floor, closed my eyes and the music began to absorb me physically. I could smell it and touch it and fel it was well as hear it. Never had anything ever been so beautiful. I was a part of every single instrument, literally a part. Each note had a character, shape and color all its very own and seemed to be entirely seperate from the rest of the score so that I could consider its next note sounded. My mind posessed the wisdoms of the ages, and there were no words adequate to describe them.
I looked at a magazine on the table, and I could see it in 100 dimensions. It was so beautiful I could not stand the sight of it and closed my eyes. Immediately I was floating into another sphere, another world, another state. Things rushed away from me and at me, taking my breath away like a drop in a fast elevator. I couldn't tell what was real and what was unreal. Was I the table or the book or the music, or was I part of all of them, but it didn't really matter, for whatever I was, I was wonderful. For the first time that I could remember in my whole life, I was completely uninhibited. I was dancing before the whold group, performing, showing off, and enjoying every second of it.
My senses were so up that I could hear someone breathing in the house next door and I could smell someone miles away making orange and red and green ribbed Jell-o.
After what seemed eternities I began to come down......."
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