My head feels like a frisbee; twice its normal size.
Feels like a football and someone's moved the goal posts. Everything is slightly out of joint and weird; disconnected.
I had to hold onto the walls.
And we noticed that women, especially the hippy ladies, started reacting differently.
With your permission their nipples get hard; they start dancing in a whole other kind of way.
Catching butterflies in the air.
People get goosepimples. They laugh, they cry at the same time. They get horny and holy at the same time- you see them.
This one brought me down to my knees.
I had to hold onto the wall.
My knees shaking, quivering.
My head feels like a frisbee.
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