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Bees'n'BeerA relaxed report "Everything has it's way," said a roll of sellotape once to me right after it felt out a friend's pocket into my room. I had a 2CB tripreport, tore the first page into 32 pieces, taped it together and this is what it said: 18.47 Just dropped 20 mg. I'm not a B man. It doesn't give me a deep thrill, insight or special feeling. Only some nice AV-effects. L takes me to God, X to the women. But B? The best thing I experienced on B was biking along the canals mumbling Kurt Weil songs. My mind gets cold and I constantly feel like what-am-I-doing-here. But I read about beer'nbees and got curious. So, first drunk a beer. A firm one, made in Belgium. Then opened the second bottle and took the B. My stomach is empty, haven't eaten for 10 hrs. 19.19 Feeling kind of drunk and excited. Something is going to happen tonight. If not I'll force it. 19.33 Feeling cold. I'm in and it's 21 Celsius but my body is trembling and teeth are clacking. Thing that used to be white now appear orange/pink. Yeah, salmon. everything has a shadow, not only in the light (place your own capita(o?)ls). 19.43 It's a pity we are living in a past century. I've got so many nice views to share. But my mind stays cool. Thinking about people getting stuck at their own picture, people taking another for their ideal picture and the creation of groups. (In the years you live you can create an ideal picture of yourself where you can reflect yourself upon as being succesfull, good or something opposite. Nothing wrong with that. Where it goes wrong is where people start to think they are their ideal picture-only-with-a-few-lacks). 20.11 add 10 mg. and a bottle of beer. Bit nausea, might be the beer. 20.37 All effect on but still going nowhere 21.00 add another 10 mg. 22.08 And then it struck! In all colours and lightning. Now I understand the beez in B. A high zooming sound and an explosion of light. Everything is made of rainbow. But when I get down (overwhelmed by the impact of all these colours) I realize it's still only something of my eyes. My mind is clear. 22.16 All kinds of alien sounds. I can hardly see due to the rainbow radiation. ... (end of the page) After that I draw some great pics. Then I tore the written page in little pieces and started to puzzle them together. Saw myself doing it and found it to be a great metaphore of science. Wanted ro stick them together and remembered the roll of sellotape dropped by a friend a week ago. Searched the whole floor, every drawer but couldn't find it. Crumbled the pieces of paper into a paperball and threw it in a corner. Next day I saw the paperball (with a smile) and grabbed it from the floor. Under it was the roll of sellotape.
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