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continues the story of my first experience with Brugmansia tree (Floripondio).
I consumed 12 flowers, about 4 doses.
I refer the reader to the first two chapters to better understand history.
This part of the experience is half the actual hallucinogenic effect. Between 4 and 10 am. Moment where I have very few memories and appear highly fragmented.
is to clarify that I was walking in the City University of Cordoba (Argentina) and in the morning I went to the building of the University of Technology.
Titles "Court" indicates a memory failure.
University. School. El Tiempo.
I (really) in college, in a classroom.
Sitting at a desk. Enter a teacher and says "get a leaf." I look to my right and someone gives me a role, I look to my left and someone gives me a pen.
The professor begins to dictate the questions. I look at the role and I realize I can not write anything. I get up and leave the classroom.
I'm walking down the hallway of the university, it's Saturday and there are people.
a girl approached me, asking me if I have 20 cents for a phone call, I reach into his pocket and pulled out a small handful of coins, the yellow is so strong that the reflection baffles me. I say "elegilas you, I can not see," he chose some of my hand and left.
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feel that someone has stolen my jacket (jacket), (not true in reality). I look, I see a couple of guys, that must be catch up (really) and say if he has my jacket. I say no, do not believe him. Looking across the university.
I lose, is a maze, 4 identical blocks, 4 yards, corridors, all alike, all different, NEVER the same place.
is a journey into this mysterious building, but then I found other places time, my high school, elementary school.
always the same structure, NEVER the same event that moves and slips me at the time. Event elusive. So indefinite that he asked me where is the certainty of his existence in that plane of the millions of fragments of this broken world I look for when there are no points but a seasonal or pure becoming breaks playing with the geometry of my memory.
situations, memories, anecdotes. A hour trip is time.
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I'm wanting out of this building. I can not find the exit.
Patios. Playground between the hours of Mathematics and Language. School grounds. Time and space intermingle their planes.
This time with that space, once more a memory, an image very limited, as being a small tile facing the corner of my living room at 5 years. A space that is my house in the yard in the yard of another time with other people, which merges with myself in a confusing time that I refer to an indeterminate space at a point in time is fragmented and displays another universe within himself.
and I want out of this building transtemporal, transespacial this maze, this transpersonal me.
find the garage (the garage). That must be my friends waiting in the car. There are
. I approach the car.
not move, they look like statues, solid, absolutely still. I tell them "give no fuck that I want to go." I try to open the door is closed. Latch down. The
again look .- "Ehh! Boys! "Statues motionless. Not even breathe.
look up.
insisting I look back and .... there was no one in the car. Had disappeared.
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out of this university.
I'm in the car park.
I see a policeman approached me.
I say-"Excuse me, could you tell me how to get out from here? I can not find the exit "
He answers:" I do not know, but you can ask him, he does know "When I turn to ask another police see it was just a poster made of an iron stick with a rubber car as base. I'm surprised and I turn to the police without understanding the stupid joke. When I was just like another stick to his companion.
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SEARCH
I made it out. It's daylight, tomorrow I guess. Seeking
something. Way through a vacant lot in Ciudad Universitaria.
Dogs, packs. A white bulldog is the leader. Fascinating. I follow. I'm dog looking and smelling food, females, plain. Odor.
This takes place in thousands of years. Thousands of years passed. Million centuries.
remote times of a pack of dogs looking on plains and forests, permeating his nostrils with the smell of grass, to females.
Hunt.
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We (the pack) to a soccer field (really). It played many games here. I see the plays. Thousands of plays. I feel many players, their fatigue, the sound of boots on the floor of hard earth and stones. Arcos and-goal.
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A blue stain. Beautiful. Navy. With a white stalk.
A fungus incredible. I've found.
here. In the middle of a field, in the undergrowth.
must be a wonder drug.
I watch fascinated. I remember where. How to find it again.
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I am facing a window. Of a house. (Real)
I want a croissant, a bill, there are rich.
Someone from the house looks and asks me what I want. "A crescent
please," I say.
"We do not have croissants," says the man who had appeared among stunned and defensive-aggressive
"Okay, go to where they have and bring me a crescent- I say, thinking I was making a joke. (Because obviously the croissants would be back there, where they, and not in the window where I spoke this man.)
Perhaps the face of the lord or for another reason that I did not have croissants. Maybe it was just a normal house, no croissants.
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