Stuff in bold isn't stuff I wrote/created during the trip itself. All else is.

Hunter S. Thompson said one of the wisest things ever about dealing with trippers - you can turn your back on a person,
but never turn your back on a drug.
You're either dead or dying, dead or trying to coooooook.
In a house of one, all important activity can stop with a single shot.
That is, when I'm alone, I decide whether the house is bustling with movement, or totally still and silent.
I am a purely emotional being - and I've got nice shoes.
I'm falling away from the limes.
I goes from fractaled to very smooth but either way it's like an inverted bus.
I'm getting tracers like Jesus. Write Jesus in the sky.
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There's an apostrophe and I don't know why.
I am a ladder
I am the glowing disk of Obiron
MESCALINE
Heart savings in the walls
I erupt into feathers and streams
It was very important to me to pronounce mescaline mess-ka-LEEN during the trip.
These were all hallucinations I had, but I felt that I WAS them, not that I was seeing them.
The yellow globe spiders of my mind.
Don't try to appeal to the drug - keep talking to me.
What does "Manischewitz" refer to? Brand name of couscous.
The open-eye visuals are like someone took everything I know and scattered it on a table, and
I get snapshots of random assortments of things.
This is shown above with "heart savings in the walls"... it combined hearts and coupons.
Here's where a puzzle isn't.
Like a magical growing dinosaur, blotter paper printed patterns expand into an overlapping
of the current world.

This is a picture of a pen, dripping out ink. The ink, however, is actually eyes. Note the pupils :)
I created several signs and taped them either to the walls or to myself.

This is the title of a Matthew Good Band song that was playing.
I taped it in the front hallway, so it'd be seen immediately upon entering the house.

I don't recall the meaning of this sign. It definately has a "I was worried sick about you"
feel to it, rather than a "don't jump out and scare me like that" feeling to it, though.

This refers to blue ink I got on my hands when making the two previous signs.
The arrows are pointing at the ink, to show this.

This sign was taped to my head, and is the result of an imaginary phone conversation with
my girlfriend's father, in which I felt I came off as rather sinister.

This sign was taped to my chest. It speaks for itself.
Although LSD may be a very shallow trip (regarding what it does to your mind) it catches just the right part of you. Everything becomes "lysergic." Lysergic can't be explained, because it is not a way of thinking but a way of being and living. Lysergic fits perfectly into the 60s psychedelic scene, pushing forward into mescaline and DMT. Unlike naturals, which are deep enough to blend with your life in any setting, LSD demands lysergic. The 1960s WAS lysergic, so LSD fit in a way that is impossible for us to describe or feel nowadays without pushing back into the 60s, a bad idea if you wish to continue to function in the late 90s office building mindset. LSD fell harshly among cocaine, money, and disco, and so went its own seperate way from 70s society. As LSD went, Mescaline and DMT, which LSD served as a bridge to from society, went too. Society couldn't handle the upper psychedelics (Mescaline) without the lower psychedelics, and you need to choose either life or upper psychedelics.