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- From: jooji@eden.rutgers.edu (Jasper O'Malley)
- Newsgroups: alt.drugs
- Subject: Caffeine Trips and other such niceties
- Date: 17 Feb 1995 14:08:47 -0500
- Message-ID: <3i2s7v$eiq@er6.rutgers.edu>
-
- "And he opened the seventh seal..."
-
- Just thought you guys be interested in a little bit of excitement that came
- my way last night...
-
- After drinking an entire pot of coffee in less than an hour, around 4 AM this
- morning I became completely and utterly convinced that the world was going to
- end at exactly 6:11 AM this morning, just before first light. I'm not making
- this up. I completely lost my shit in a way that I have never lost it
- before.
-
- I was so freaked out, I wanted to die. Not to kill myself, just
- die. I had absolutely no desire to write, speak, eat, blow my nose, kiss,
- think or be in general...I wanted to die and I was convinced that when the
- world did end in a blaze of hellfire, I was gonna be judged by the
- Lord Almighty and burn for eternity. I wrote four pages about it in
- my journal as I was hip deep in the shitpool that was a stimulant
- overdose induced, acute manic/paranoiac attack that triggered some
- sort of neoclassical, metaphysical, socio-religious and philosophical
- crisis.
-
- Needless to say this sucked real bad, and I didn't real start to come
- down off this until around 5 in the morning. This particularly blew
- 'cos I had two labs to finish by today (already late...I only ended up
- getting one done), and I didn't feel a hell of a lot of incentive to
- expound on the vibrational-rotational modes of carbon dioxide
- molecules being that the world was going to come to a screeching halt
- and I was hurtling toward that inevitable eternity of suffering and
- agony reserved for unrepentant pagans and unbelievers like m'self...
-
- I fully snapped out of it at 6:20 and now my stomach feels like I
- swallowed a pound of Drain-O and pixie stick cocktails...
-
- If anyone ever tells you caffeine is not a psychoactive drug when
- taken in significantly large quantities, spit on their nose. And if
- you find the bastard that sprinkled LSD on my French Roast, cut out
- his tongue...
-
- HUGS & KISSES,
- Crackerboy O'Brien
-
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