This is the log of a psilocybin mushroom trip from March 3, 2013. The brevity of this log is reflective of my prior experience with psychedelics. I actually worked on Lyricbeat the entire time, which was my intention, and I got a ton of really great work done.
|Ingest ~2g of B+ or Cambodian, not sure anymore. It's not much, but I'm a lightweight and not looking to trip too hard tonight. I have work to do.|
|my face is warm and my skin is tingling slightly. I'm happy and slowly getting dumber...a welcome reprieve.|
|legs like spaghetti|
|very dancey, but nothing new there.|
|Unix is in my blood|
|but I still spend most of my day typing commands that don't need to be typed. It would take 5 seconds to automate it.|
|some candy canes|
|a ghost peers out from the screen. The pixels dance, but the work must continue. My forehead.|
|considering pooping myself. I can't remember the words to my music, but my mouth seems to know them. Stay cool.|
I'm OK because you're with me, and I hope my work will validate me to you.
|discouraged, but I'll always have N*Sync|
|all is grey and yellow plasma. Vertical sunflowers and arches.|
// minimize your context. Think only in terms of it, and you will not fail. Canteloupe and orange rainbows.
|smooth sailing. Apathetic with an upward bent. I ooze brilliance, and the letters melt.|
|everything seems to sway, but it always does, and then the sadness kicks in. Nothing is swaying and no one cares.|
|the greatness subsides|
|it leaves us with just as much as we had, and a bit more.|