Atlas's 700mg Trip
date: 12/6/97
Wizard used a process to separate the DxM from the syrup... we
assembled nine of us (Wizard, Scary, Crazy, Ballerina, Guru, Mother,
Cylinder, Mixmaster, and me, Atlas) together at Crazy's house at the
edge of a road and popped our gel caps there. 700mg each. Wizard and
Crazy got hit right away, partially from the fumes from the cooking
robo. the rest of us waited. i was the next to go... it hit me
suddenly, when i was talking to Ballerina about heroin, and i fell
into an alice in wonderland well hole in the couch. i was convinced
that Wizard was an android, and so i stood on a table and pressed my
hands on the ceiling. all of the sudden i was holding up the whole
ceiling, and then, consequently the whole world. they called me Atlas.
i was afraid to let go, but they convinced me that it could stay up by
itself. so i spun it like a basketball on my finger. i placed a globe
light into Guru's hand and he started to trip as well. i heard music
coming from the downstairs apartment and thought there was a way to
get there or maybe that there was a hole in the wall and so i opened
the stove and looked inside for a hole. this was all mild though, and
soon i was getting the itch. i wanted to put my head under the faucet
to make it stop, but they told me to put my head on the floor and it
would stop itching. instead though, the parts of my head that were on
the floor started burning. my body was being eaten away by acid...
after Mother soothed me with lotion, i was off to Manny's, a mental
jazz bar with a sign of blinking light bulbs that spelled out
"M-A-N-N-Y-'-S" in an arch. then i saw plates of vegetables with
pictures of famous people in the center. hulk hogan in a plate of
carrots. more and more i was falling into a dark place though, and
through most of the night i was convinced that Wizard was trying to
kill me. Wizard, actually, was imagining me with a severed head, "and
your little body just...." (Wizard cuts himself off). it was amazing
to me that everyone was able to take care of each other. i would shout
out for Scary and everyone would be with her in the bathroom. i felt
sick and shouted "HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP" until someone came to
rescue me. they put a pot underneath my face. there were evil songs on
the stereo and i kept on shouting "evil song" so that someone would
change it, but Ballerina couldn't read the CD cases so she let
Mixmaster change the music. i envisioned the whole house like a
community of space-aged pioneers and we were spinning in the house,
which was spinning on top of a big rock in outer space. then the room
became spherical and i moved to the couch. which was a very odd shape.
soon i was sitting inside a locket with miniature people, and seeing
rows of faces go by me. women with big noses. i shouted numbers and
letters but couldn't go straight, and ended up saying "A B D C." i
kept on screaming that Wizard was trying to kill me and he'd come over
and hug me and i couldn't let him go. i told him i was giving him one
last kiss because i was convinced i was going to die. he had no face
but i found skin on top of his head and kissed him there. for a period
of time i blacked out, but the final moment i remember is me feeling
sick again and Wizard rushing me to the bathroom where we knelt before
the toilet in prayer. i didn't vomit. we went back in and lay with
people who were trying to convince me they were on ecstasy and watched
the lights spinning on the ceiling. i lay down again and suddenly they
played the opera "einstein on the beach" and the lady counting brought
me down. i felt like i was in a centrifuge. Cylinder gave me that
word. so we watched ourselves come down and spin and try to walk and
maybe eat cookies and maybe drink water. i got up at one point and
looked out the window... "the real world is out there" and everything
inside seemed so space-like... then we went upstairs and i opened the
closet door and Wizard was sitting in there like a buddha. Crazy and i
went into the closet too and sat in the dark and watched the light
from the cracks making patterns across the back wall. i made some runs
up and down the stairs for water for people and then sat in the
kitchen while Guru played guitar. beautiful tempting melodies. Wizard
and i sat in the kitchen after Guru left and talked about how "i've
changed my mind." he asked me about what? and i said no i've changed
my mind. like into something else. and the film about my life is
called "Atlas does everything." then Wizard and i conceived a story
(based on Cylinder saying that if there was a film about her life what
would it be called?... "sex appeal.... no, CYLINDER!") about the brass
cylinder through which the turtle who's an attorney and lives in an
industrial swamp must crawl to reach the end (sitting on the female
threaded end) where he councils the hot dog salesman that he should
put relish on the hot dog. he can't communicate to the courtroom (in
our first role play version the turtle says "rudely" in the courtroom
and i said judge gets made because his wife's name is Ruda) because
he's a turtle and Wizard says turtles can't speak so Wizard consulted
Mother (who by now was just getting into her trip), who just said that
the hot dog salesman has to get a new attorney. so we sat in the
bedroom upstairs and then Wizard started playing on his keyboards and
i fell asleep. woke up to a cup of tea. the room had stopped spinning
and the world was right side up. and everyone smiled.
"hmmm... it's hard to explain.. it's like you take everything you've
ever experienced in your life and you INVERT it, so it's nothing like
anything you've ever experienced, but somehow it all seems familiar in
the most distant way. BAD but GOOD." -me, post-trip
-Atlas
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