Author's Note:
The following story was written by myself, who was, at the time, affected by LSD. A drug that opens the mind & makes you see, do, and most importantly think extremely insightful or stupid things. This is a true story, and everything you read either actually happened or seemed like it happened. Included at random intervals throughout the "Story" is a collection of quotes that were said and thought at the time of being influenced by LSD, at our most profound moments, some of which will make very little sense, indicated by italics. On a side note, one should bear in mind my sense of time and space was slightly...distorted. Minutes seemed like hours, etc.

I have removed, added, and edited this to make it slightly more understandable, but at the same time keeping the sections that have their own unthinkable sense. The first few lines of the story (such as "How now brown cor") were mindless sentences written before the actual story itself. I did, however, have them included. The coherent narrative begins under the line "Now begins the real story", obviously. All spelling mistakes are intentional, and that which doesn't make sense is simply due to the fact that no one could possibly comprehend the philosophical nature of the mind of a person on Acid.

I hardly understand it, and I wrote it.

Enjoy.


Story: A Psychological Adventure (written on notepad)

Popes are just the devil in drag.

One day, notepad will kill us all.

How now brown cor.

Nirv. No one will ever know.

Hello notepad.

ANSWEER ME.

One day, notepad was sitting in his house, drinking coffee, when suddenly an enemy appeared, and threw a telephone, a telephone, at notepad's head.

"ouch" said notepad.

Life is a never ending journey that we cannot step off.

Now begins the real story...

The writers decided to go on an adventure. We journeyed long and far from our haven, setting a goal to reach the Cathedral, on the other side of the park. We walked and we walked. We then decided that a change of route was needed, and left the main road to travel down the darkest of dark...

One foot forward...one arm back...as we repeat...we are walking down this dark alley...

And that we were. At second thought, and once we were in too deep to turn back, we thought that all these people yelling at us, and these trees that seem to want to.."get"...us, all made for a very good reason to try and get onto the main road, back to civilisation, where at least all the people that wanted to murder us there would have to do it in plain sight. And we knew they wouldn't. I found a piece of balsa wood.

This hill...is on a slope

We could see the Cathedral, we were almost there. But we were in a park. And in a park, there are trees. One tree, in particular. The evil tree, I had been told about it before. It pulled us towards it, never letting us avert our gaze. As we got closer and closer, it started to look less like a tree and more like one of the evil henchmen of Notepad...It began to look like a tree demon. I couldn't make out any features that would cause it to look like your run-of-the-mill demon, it certainly wasn't anthropomorphic in any way, but it had an ominous aura of evil, and as we edged closer and closer, that became more apparent.

We sat, quite close to The Tree, but I personally sat for very little. The grass had spontaneously turned into thousands of needles, prompting me to silently stand up. For some reason my friends seemed unaffected be these tiny instruments of pain, so I did not inform them. Many a stick was thrown at the tree, but for one reason or another, neither mine nor my friends' projectiles ever made contact with it. Was this because it had some special power that barricaded itself from attack? Or were our throwing skills simply deteriorated by whatever it was we ate just a few hours before. I couldn't tell.

Life is a never ending journey that we cannot step off.

Behind this tree was the Cathedral, our goal. We could have walked around it, there was definitely alot of space. Instead, we decided to go in the opposite direction of our goal, and catch a train far, far away from the evil tree and spiky grass.

Wait, so we left with no money to get here, no reason to be here, and no way to get home?

Yep.

We made it to the train station, but we were on the roof of it. I don't recall getting onto the roof, as it was very high, and I don't see how I could possibly get down. It seemed like days since we left the house.

Life is a never ending journey that we cannot step off.

We stayed up on the moving building for a while.

Would we get arrested for being up here?

...huh? Recipe? Where would we get a recipe?

We finally got down. We went into the train station, a tunnel that seemed to never end. Had we ever not been in this tunnel? Outside seemed like a distant memory.

Years later, we got to the end of it. We asked the evil man at the gate to let us through. I'm sure he had a gun, but it would have echoed if he shot us, so he didn't.

No, but we certainly should have a ticket.

We waited for the train for what seemed like hours, yet the information screen tenaciously displayed "4 mins", the whole time. The billboard in front of me was doing things I never thought possible. It was shaking violently, vibrated and bouncing towards me off the wall.

Its blank, the billboard...its blank...like it has things all on it..covering it...but mostly its blank.

The billboard was freaking me out. "4 mins"..it was taunting me. When were we going to get on this train and away from the giant one armed man who seemed to be disappointed in me. I was sorry, for whatever I had done. We got the hell out of there, the train was never coming.

Life is a never ending journey that we cannot step off.

It took what seemed like hours to get up the stairs, and this time we didn't even wait for the man to open the gate for us, we just got the hell out of there. Back into that never ending tunnel with the tiled walls that seemed to tessellate and move at every glance. I ran, and a doorway formed in the wall of the tunnel. I went through it, only to come out a different tunnel. I went back, and we finally made it to the place where we got off of the roof, weeks ago.

They are going...further...than in my eyes.

We had to get to the Cathedral, so went a different way. For hours and hours we walked, all the while wondering why the sky was changing colour, and yet never lighting up the streets. We made it to the Cathedral, and, after setting an evil ant on fire, rested. We lay for hours, laughing amusedly at our attempts to fly to the roof of the building. Our wings, however, were failing us. The others decided to climb.

I don't want to jump, its really really high.

You are less than 2 feet off the ground, just trust me and jump.

We saw a van with strange men handing out clothes. We decided to investigate. As we came closer, this horrible hag offered us poison, disguising them as muffins, claiming them to be home made. I would not give in so easy. But when they offered free milk, I couldn't help but say yes. As I drank this slow-release cyanide, a man approached.

May I have a cigarette?
Sure.
How are you?
Tripping balls.
What?
I said I'm fine.

We had to leave. We had to get as far away from here as possible. I recall us being in a jungle of some sorts, which was odd, as the trees were our enemies. We traveled over a bridge, and past an underwater city of some sorts. I am unsure why, but it is difficult to remember these events.

Time to go home. Amidst the decade-long journey home, we stopped for drinks, knowing full well we could not afford it, yet purchasing it none the less. Must have been some of the powers we picked up battling the Tree.

I need some pink liquid..the liquid of hell..You wouldn't understand...If you were to see this liquid, you would believe it to be the very essence of Satan himself.

What do you mean..what do you need?

I need...a strawberry milkshake.

Entering, my friend seemed confident. My cigarette was lasting hours. He returned some years later, with a burger.

This tastes like bin.

We continued our journey home, discussing whose fault it was that we left in the first place. It ended up being my fault, for reasons I cannot begin to remember.

She doesn't get hit nearly as much as she should.

We were almost home, but we were perplexed by the riddle that had been plaguing us all night. How could we step off of this journey?

Life is a never ending journey that we cannot step off.

"Yes. We cannot step off. But, we can step in. Step In to my house, and you will not have stepped off the journey. You will have stepped in."

And we did. We had solved the meaning of life in our century long adventure through places which, although only semi-mentioned here, are well worth going. If you happen to know where those places are, let us know, we forget.

It seemed as though life was pointless at that time. We had done everything in the universe that could have been done, our journey spanning 100 years and yet only taking a couple of hours. What was there left to do but reminisce, and hope one day we go on a journey just as good. I silently fear that before tonight's journey had begun, Notepad himself had drugged us, somehow. I would never inform the others of this preposterous revelation, but the more I think about it, the more it seems like it could be the only explanation for everything that has just happened.

That bastard.