My mind flows with a wave of intensity, i feel an energy pulsing through my eyes expoloding into reality, twisting, warping, itself into a wild, fantastic, rich tapesrty of fragmented mindscapes and natural wastlands of nostalgic bliss. Could there; is there any other? A sense of wonder is put upon one… is this twisted? i feel compelled to surcome to these waves of pure ecstasy. Writing would be a lot easier mind you if the page would stop moving. I look at what I have written and each word is letters, but the page seems less with, with words and more just letters?
— the writings of someone under the influence of acid (via introspectiv-e)