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At 2/5/09 09:32 PM, Scrotaculous wrote:

At 2/5/09 06:47 PM, Elecmonkey wrote: Done weed 44 times. This is my trip report on last night:

What kind of weed are you smoking? Where you giving visual metaphors for how you felt, or do you actually claim to have hallucinated?

I swear I was hallucinating out of my mind. These metaphors are as real as they get during the trip I had, in fact, sometimes they cannot do justice to my visions. I don't know what kind of weed I smoked, I live in British Columbia with apparently some of the best weed in the world. It was so damn strong.

Done weed 44 times. This is my trip report on last night:

Mothership
By Paul

Time was 5:36 PM. I put my head back, and enjoyed my numbed mind. I was put at ease, no worries with life as I know it. It was like my mind had been cracked open and the juices were leaking everywhere. My mind was a glass cup, and something had shattered it and spilled all of my memory fluids out. I have been wondering where I was going in life prior to my experience on the 5th trip to Dimension X. I was depressed every night of the week, thinking of the same hopeless thoughts of love that ran over my mind over and over again. I tried shutting out my depression by shutting out people that were vital to me. It only made it so much worse. My future was a total mystery and I had not a single thought of what I wanted to be. I was stuck in my own twisted version of reality while I was living in it. The only times when I was happy was sometimes during the lunch hours in school and hanging out with one of my best friends, which was where I was at in the time speaking. It was pressing against me; the thought of being a nobody, the thought of having no one to love, the thought of my demise being my messiah. Rarely did I have nights where things were happy go-lucky and the skies were raining gum drops. Instead, my nights were built around being an anti-social loser, slacker, and getting stuck in writer's block constantly. The only thing that I could channel my emotional urges into was my guitar. I played the blues everyday, making up random guitar parts with improvisation. It was a style that allowed me to be as sad as I had wanted, with no one to gently weep except my guitar.

Ignition. I had smoked a really fat bowl of weed, and put the bong away on a shelf. My vision kept getting the best of me. What I saw was all fake. Nothing and no one was real. My hopes and dreams were just tiny little details in the bigger universe. In a way, I died. The only thing that existed was my vision, my mind, and something else entirely. An hour after my initial bowl, things were getting really edgy for me. You could say I was the edge of a knife, and everyone else was the blade. I could determine what was real and important to me, and what wasn't. It was all and always has been my choice. Free will. Such beautiful words that gives me my power back. Unfortunately, I didn't realize this during my trip. I laid down on a couch nearby, to try to settle down from the warping of reality that was happening all around me. Everything had begun to twist a little clockwise, and that drove me off the edge of the blade.

Smash. I was tired of being tricked and fooled into Dimension X being real, so I got up and behind the drum kit. With all my rage, depression, speed, and accuracy, I smashed the drum kit as hard as I could. Every hit had a monster crash sound to it. If the snare, toms, hi hat, and crash were all people's heads, then I could really say that I killed them 1000 times over with the drum sticks I was carrying. Seriously, I led a drum solo for over 20 minutes. Never had I gotten tired though, I would have played all night if I was allowed to. But something was stirring, something totally sinister, unreal, and deadly at the same time. I could not tell what, but I had a funny feeling about all of this.

Bends. As soon as I moved my body back from the drum kit, I hit a brick wall. Not a fake one, but a real one. However, this was the biggest mistake I have ever made during Dimension X. When my hand touched the painted brick wall, all sorts of evil flooded my mind like an empty river being replenished with plentiful of water from a lake. I saw evil, in it's most pure, uncensored version. The hurt, the fear, the pain. All of them rushed past me in a sudden burst of energy. No longer was I a little boy running around in free movement. I was being shot with millions of dangerous possibilities. A mental shotgun slug to my face. I threw my hand away from the wall. I had stopped breathing for a little bit, and I gasped for air. I probably would have killed myself from lack of oxygen if I had not stopped holding on to the wall. I was playing with fire.

I am the ocean. After nearly exhausting myself out of air, I figured it was a good time to stop making noise and sit back down on the black bed. I rose very carefully out of my seat and walked with a slow pace back onto the bed. I had never felt as free as I did when I laid my arms out on the cushion. My arms became oceans. In very slow motion, I took my right hand to the left side of my face and pulled down towards the bed. At that instant, my hand became a giant wave of water in a vast ocean. The trail and blur of my hand had convinced me. I pulled and ripped my face into the ocean, and my face had become the sea's face. I saw the glorious ocean waves I had become on a somber summer sunset. I was beautiful at last.

Enter at your own risk. I threw my dead weight body onto the couch, away from the bed. As I laid down, I saw the Rock Band drum set turn into the very sinister being I had imagined earlier on in the room with the drum kit. Enter Mothership, the most vile, evil, and dangerous being that ever existed. My friend's face was in the center of it's eye. It was talking to me in nonsensical jargon. Maybe there was different languages in Dimension X? Anyway I did not understand what this alien being was saying. It looked like a piece of the moon had broken off and met some extraterrestrial parasite that controlled it's moon craters with it's orange eyes. It fired missiles, missiles that were made out of me. I had become the missiles, I was a weapon of mass destruction. I was a play toy, controlled by the Mothership. I was a peasant, my master the Mothership. I was a slave to Dimension X. Paul was dead. It was at this time that my friend had done the right thing and got me sitting straight up on the couch.

Canyon. I tried to recollect my spilled thoughts and memories, and I had made another mistake of looking at my friend's face. He was comfortably cradled in an armchair. Instead of sitting normally, he sat like one would sit in a hammock, in the armchair. His body became a canyon, in the armchair. His face reminded me of a wolf, his eyes became purely black. His mouth, black. Since Dimension X really loved torturing me, it convinced me that my friend's eyebrows were a lot bigger in proportion to his dark eyes. He had jagged, killing teeth in the same size as a human's mouth. My friend's face was the side of a canyon. God, it frightened me so much that I just kept rambling on and on about it in gibberish. My words turned into incoherent, boring, and slurred garbage.

Passion. I rose from my seat, and went back into the room with the drum kit. I ignored the drums, but took my guitar and started playing. Coincidentally, I played quite proficiently because everything had slowed down by a mile, and my coordination in slow motion had increased in real time and this translated into very very fast playing with a busy picking hand. Another one of my friends had stepped into the same room I was in and asked me about how long I had been playing for. I answered honestly, only 2 years. I admired her knowledge of music, especially when she played Fur Elise on a nearby piano. I started playing Sunshine Of Your Love by Cream, at least the main rhythm. One of my favorite guitar riffs of all time, and it sounded way better since I was stoned off the planet. I started the guitar riff and kept it playing after a few bars, then I moved into D minor pentatonic scale and improvised as much as I could. I played with such passion I never felt before. When I was done soloing, I moved back into the main riff and ended the half-song. She said I was very good, and I got very giddy and happy that someone acknowledged my ability. It was a great feeling knowing someone at least thought I was decent on guitar. As soon as this registered in my mind, I began the march.

Turkish March. Actually ca

I submitted a new song for Deviantart, so I thought I should share:

Hole In Your Head
by Paul

The devil, down below
Green, and in the bowl
Another aural blessing
With you, I am missing
The faces melting away
Do I live another day?

Where is the hole in your head?
Filled with gaps and wanderings
The sirens, sirens, sirens
So much noise, so little time

Speaking to the purple couch
No life, no pain, no "ouch"
The mirrors stretch my face
My mind, in another place
My heart, in a killing race
I am laid to waste

The ghosts, they moan and they groan
I walk this nightmare alone
Through all of my tears
You've shown me my fears

Where is the hole in your head?
Filled with gaps and wanderings
The sirens, sirens, sirens
So much noise, so little time

Master of Puppets - Metalica (spider riff, main riff, interlude)
Black Dog - Led Zeppelin
Know Your Enemy - Rage Against the Machine
War Pigs - Black Sabbath
Paranoid - Black Sabbath
Communication Breakdown - Led Zeppelin
Just - Radiohead
My Iron Lung - Radiohead

At 10/14/08 08:46 PM, Nev wrote: Aren't Gios a range of Ibanez, in the same vein as ESP's LTD range and whatnot.

I heard Gios are terrible guitars, no offense to anybody.

Guitar: Epiphone SG G-400
Fave Band: Black Sabbath
Time playing: 1 year, 9 months

I'm still like, a newbie. I've been fiddling around the guitar for a whole year and like 6 months. The last three months I really got down to work with my music theory, scales, keys, stuff. Good to see quality guitarists on a site like Newgrounds.

Hey guys. I joined this Club a loong time ago, like over a year. I'm back. My deviantart is below, or click here. I wrote a new piece, finished it today. It is called Trick Valentine.

Does anybody still wanna do this? I was in like, a year ago, I still am.

At 10/11/08 12:58 AM, TheKman01 wrote: Today, i tried getting on to play today, and he grabs the chair with his brute strenght, and of course, i dont wanna fall, so i get off. So, our city is terrible, because he spends money like hes gonna die tommorrow. So, were in oveer -5,000$, so our teacher tells us to restart. So now, he blames ME for it. I DONT EVEN GET TO PLAY ANYMORE!!! Do u hate fat kids like that? I sure as hell do! Oh, P.s. He says he can beat me up. Today i was shooting rubber bands at him. I weigh a pretty good size, 125. And im NOT a fat kid. Im gonna punch his fat ass monday...

Thanks to your incoherent post, the world just lost 100 I.Q. points... Man, you should pay attention to English class more.

At 9/5/08 07:57 PM, Hyru wrote: How much do you get paid for winning a substantial tournament?

With all the shit you have to pay, "armor", the guns, the paintballs, the registration fee, and transportation fee (if it's a distant place), I'm assuming not much to cover for that stuff.

At 8/3/08 07:04 PM, Ziggy-Stardust wrote: i need a knife for general purpose. cuting rope on my dock, shit like that

http://www.spyderco.com/catalog/details.
php?product=295

opinions, notes?

Get the knife that can blow shit up. Someone made a thread a while ago

Okay, thanks.

At 4/30/08 10:54 PM, MarkWhite wrote:

At 4/30/08 10:53 PM, Elecmonkey wrote: Shit ignore what I said earlier sorry

You should never be sorry to err, my friend, for many people learn through erring. An assumption is not a sin.

Funny thing is, it led to the site I thought it was stolen from lol

Shit ignore what I said earlier sorry

Stolen from Ultimate-guitar.com? Or coincidence?

In my opinion, school's alright I guess. Sometimes it just gets really, really boring and it becomes hard to snap out of it and listen to the teacher. Other times the teachers are pretty cool, I guess I'm kinda lucky. What I like about school? Well I like meeting up with friends, it gives me something to do during my time, and although I may think that somethings are useless to learn, I just gotta stick with it. And what I hate is how sometimes it gets so boring and you can't really do anything about it. And some teachers are pretty harsh.

So Newgrounds, what is the good, the bad, and the ugly about your school?

Dragonforce speed up their songs in the studio, to make it faster for metal fans. Fuck, they can't even catch up to their own "speed" during live concerts.

Man this is so hard to do for me. I tried twice now, and I think I'm just beginning to get lucid dreams. I close my eyes, stay still for like, 45 minutes, then enormous pressure on my entire body begins. That's when I was thinking to myself, "I hope I'm doing this right, or I'm gonna waste time sleeping." I eventually waited for an hour. Suddenly, it felt like an orgasm and the darkness turned into a lime green color. Then it was over.

Sorry haven't been able to post for a while. Life's been busy. Anyways, what's new? I read that there's a new forum up, so I guess I might join that. I've been recently fell in love with Black Sabbath, and I got like 5 of their albums now. But that's not classic rock, my bad :(

At 3/28/08 11:52 PM, 133791R7 wrote:

At 3/28/08 11:26 PM, Adio-Element wrote: Play Halo.

That's probably some of the best advice on that subject. Those guys are mean to each other!

I don't think getting killed then teabagged helps much.

At 3/28/08 11:42 PM, Manananas wrote:
That's so sad. Please don't feel any need to become aggresive or mean, it won't help. In the end, the ONLY thing that matters is how good a person is. You probably are a very good person, who has lived a very unfortunate life.

I know I am a good person, but it's just hard to keep it up. But I'm luckier than most people, so I have nothing to complain. Some people don't even have a proper home or anything! However, I think Gunter is right, I think I'm looking to being more assertive, not assholeish. Either one is good. I mean, I have at least 1 friend, so that's better than some guys I know who have none. Don't feel sorry for me. I used to think people respected me, but it changed when I lent someone money and they gave it to someone to smoke up. She gave the money because of her angry druggy friend that I know. It's too bad life doesn't have enough people like you and me, eh?

At 3/28/08 11:33 PM, Manananas wrote: Why do you feel you have to be an asshole? =(
I like guys who are a little sensitive.

Maybe because those guys are like me who watch the complete, total fucking douchebags at life getting the hottest chicks? Maybe because being a pushover sucks and people walk over you like a wet rag? Because we get scammed out of money, and that is what we are worth to some people's eyes, not how good of a person you are? Fuck being sensitive.

I'm taking notes.....Go on, continue. I'll compile an "Asshole Guide" once I get the necessary stuff.

I'm tired of being a pushover. Call me a pussy whipped faggot, I don't care. NG, tell me how to become an asshole. Like the badass asshole. I give trust to too many people. So, let me have it. What better place than NG anyway.

I'll be right back....

At 3/28/08 10:41 PM, WingCommand wrote:

At 3/28/08 10:38 PM, JaY11 wrote:

At 3/28/08 10:36 PM, WingCommand wrote:

Really, Bill Gates sucks at being creative. Mac is the future breed of computers and Microsoft is a sucky OS with many problems and crappy everything!

in b4 Mac vs Microsoft wars

Name 2 problems with any microsoft OS.

*cough* Windows Vista *cough*

1) Virus protection... where is it?

2) Reliabilty...how often does my Mac crash compared to a Microsoft? Mac= 0 ! Microsoft= <9000

Your opinion is now void for the rest of the topic. Please go away. Besides, if you have an Xbox 360, why would you complain about a little detail like the dock? God you guys argue about the smallest things.

DA is below. I write stories/fiction.

I believe the U.S. has always, and always will be the country that feels the need to prove it's "manliness" or the "redneck American" stereotype. However, obviously, this claim is purely based on my personal views on the U.S. Why the need to prove their "manliness"? Simple. So they can prove to everyone else that they can achieve the same as other great countries. The Chinese (I'm Chinese and I live in Canada btw) invented paper, the Americans use that invention and made great uses involving it. The Chinese could not create a reliable working computer, simply because they relied on their hands and resourcefulness to do the job. Americans pounced on this opportunity and seized control, and thus governed the internet. I am not sure if the Americans invented the internet, however this information is not needed. The Americans DO govern the internet and it's laws. However I do not have any qualms against Americans, except if they decide to take this "manliness" thing too far and create prejudice against other countries, whether they are better in terms of government, warfare, economic standing, whatever.