High Sierra -- edit 4

[billy]

here is your poem. what you wrote is lucid with and of delusion.

One tab of medium strength acid,
one point eight grams of strong mushrooms.
I think the poem sort of began in my head
with a hit of MDMA
a few hours or so after the acid and mushrooms,
watching the band Lettuce perform their late night set.
Molly tastes like concentrated copper
with a metallic fragrance..

of course its a suggestion but the trip and the experience are all in your reply. i'm sure you can pull it out much better than i did.

It was 1 tab of medium strength acid, and ~1.8g of strong mushrooms, and I think the poem sort of began in my head when I took a hit of MDMA (few hours or so after the acid and mushrooms), watching the band Lettuce perform their late night set. Molly tastes like concentrated copper (metallic smells).

Once that happened I was completely spun for a while, incapable of conversing with anyone...I inadvertently rejected a cute blond trying to casually chat me up, who was working for live nation...she was on MDMA and maybe coke, and I destroyed her by not being able to form any answers...she had to sit down and was comforted by a girlfriend, whose boyfriend kept looking at me like I'm the asshole the whole time, but I had no idea what had just transpired...

the second stanza was reflective of me turning down a hit of DMT the next night, still with half a head full of other psychedelics, and full on recently consumed, ultra-strength sativa tincture (thank the good doctor)...which is not unlike taking acid. I wanted to revisit the DMT...because I've never tried it before, and when I smoked something comparable (extract of salvia), it caused me to become The Hulk...

but that's a different story. Don't worry, no poems.