FBI parte due
Folces Weard
Each moment of what’s going on is divided into slices, which move through time on an axis – they’re slices of time. [Illustration of a coordinate plane with “time” along the x axis. Vertical lines are drawn up from the x axis to illustrate the “slices”]
And there was a shape of time between me and [Illustration of two lines meeting at a point, creating an angle of about 15°]
a thing
and being far from closing painful and I was trying to bring myself the thing being closed
because otherwise
it was painful
and they
were sideways
rà – network
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The net color was blue, so it looked kind of like a thomas the tank engine w/ teeth [illustration of the way things were set up; my friend is sitting on one end of the table, I’m sitting in the middle. There is a rough rectangle drawn around the bottom of the table, us, and the tops of our heads. “teeth + face” is scrawled next to it. Below it is what I must have seen at some point – a long, rectangular shape with a row of flat, herbivore-type teeth lining the bottom and an eye in the upper-left corner. It looks baleful.]
It was big and terrifying, so I guess it was a bad trip, but I reassured everyone that it was OK, because I was sure that as soon as I got out of the progression of time (the sooner the thing going [same illustration of two lines meeting at a point] reached its conclusion, I would be OK. What terrified me after saying that (a little while of thought in between) was that I was going to be stuck in a moment before the ending, mentally, to just feel and be in the exact same place, mentally, speakingly, and etc forever. I was afraid of an eternity at the same shape and feeling and thoughts – unable to get used to the mild annoyance and never able to think anything else. It was the fear of that that was the really bad bit, the bit in which I fell on the floor.
I think it was an interpretation of the way that the smoke burning and the velling throat made me stop, but my will made me want to go on. The unpleasantness was parallel – getting stuck w/ getting stuck – one eternal and one just seeming eternal - those last two bits were like receiving a sudden flash of intellectual insight that will change the world forever. The weird thing is that that will make more sense when I’m down and the stuff at the beginning seemed perfectly logical and obvious - that’s the way things are – than what I’m now writing (would have seemed)
[“My last will and testament –[my name]”, surrounded by arrows pointing out]
[In colored pencil]
Like forever kter clumins?
I still feel bowed over the way I was [illustrations of two lines at the same angle as before, but not meeting]
there’s still a force, but I’m not stuck in a moment
I wonder if this is like the “I saw forever” thing most? people get
[STRIKE]forever it (meaning[/STRIKE]
there was something else there, but I can’t express it
The trains fell apart into the circles on back of the your eyelids
Before, there were a bunch of those circles (theye were arranged in circles [rough illustration of objects like the ones illustrated before arranged in close-packed circles around an empty center] except many more pam circle
In aggregate, the
1 moment of smoking was [indecipherable]
even later:
that wasn’t a trip, it was a place
I was there, it was just one place
shit took me by surprise
even more last:
finally out of there but still half of my mind was in
And there was a shape of time between me and [Illustration of two lines meeting at a point, creating an angle of about 15°]
a thing
and being far from closing painful and I was trying to bring myself the thing being closed
because otherwise
it was painful
and they
were sideways
rà – network
________________________________
The net color was blue, so it looked kind of like a thomas the tank engine w/ teeth [illustration of the way things were set up; my friend is sitting on one end of the table, I’m sitting in the middle. There is a rough rectangle drawn around the bottom of the table, us, and the tops of our heads. “teeth + face” is scrawled next to it. Below it is what I must have seen at some point – a long, rectangular shape with a row of flat, herbivore-type teeth lining the bottom and an eye in the upper-left corner. It looks baleful.]
It was big and terrifying, so I guess it was a bad trip, but I reassured everyone that it was OK, because I was sure that as soon as I got out of the progression of time (the sooner the thing going [same illustration of two lines meeting at a point] reached its conclusion, I would be OK. What terrified me after saying that (a little while of thought in between) was that I was going to be stuck in a moment before the ending, mentally, to just feel and be in the exact same place, mentally, speakingly, and etc forever. I was afraid of an eternity at the same shape and feeling and thoughts – unable to get used to the mild annoyance and never able to think anything else. It was the fear of that that was the really bad bit, the bit in which I fell on the floor.
I think it was an interpretation of the way that the smoke burning and the velling throat made me stop, but my will made me want to go on. The unpleasantness was parallel – getting stuck w/ getting stuck – one eternal and one just seeming eternal - those last two bits were like receiving a sudden flash of intellectual insight that will change the world forever. The weird thing is that that will make more sense when I’m down and the stuff at the beginning seemed perfectly logical and obvious - that’s the way things are – than what I’m now writing (would have seemed)
[“My last will and testament –[my name]”, surrounded by arrows pointing out]
[In colored pencil]
Like forever kter clumins?
I still feel bowed over the way I was [illustrations of two lines at the same angle as before, but not meeting]
there’s still a force, but I’m not stuck in a moment
I wonder if this is like the “I saw forever” thing most? people get
[STRIKE]forever it (meaning[/STRIKE]
there was something else there, but I can’t express it
The trains fell apart into the circles on back of the your eyelids
Before, there were a bunch of those circles (theye were arranged in circles [rough illustration of objects like the ones illustrated before arranged in close-packed circles around an empty center] except many more pam circle
In aggregate, the
1 moment of smoking was [indecipherable]
even later:
that wasn’t a trip, it was a place
I was there, it was just one place
shit took me by surprise
even more last:
finally out of there but still half of my mind was in
