I leaned down and torched the bowl as hard as I could. The bong filled up with way more smoke than my old pipe ever could, and I torched about half the bowl in a single hit. Since this was the last of it, I decided to hold the hit as long as I could in order to maximize the effects which is why it finally worked. After about 35 seconds, I exhaled and noticed I was feeling weird as fuck.
So, like any sane year-old who had no idea what they were doing, I torched the rest of the bowl in one gigantic hit and cleared the chamber, then held it as long as I could. After I exhaled for the second time, R asked me how I was feeling, or if it was bunk again. I tried to ask him how come he was talking so weird but all that came out was slurs. The last thing I remember of this reality was R walking past me, back into the house.
At that point, everything was just starting. As I said before, everything in my field of vision slowed down and was being chopped up. This is hard to describe. The best I can say is: imagine it as a flip book. Weird, I know imagine how I felt. As soon as this realization came upon me, I heard an incredibly high-pitched squeal and experienced the feeling of impending doom, like something of epic importance was happening. It was at this point that I completely forgot I had smoked salvia at all.
Everything that happened after this was legitimately happening or so I thought , and my reality was falling to pieces. I closed my eyes, thinking this was too much to handle. As soon as I did, I was in another world. The prior two minutes of my life were laid out in front of me like snapshots, with each picture representing a single instant of time. The pictures were being flipped to demonstrate the effect I mentioned above the flip book , and show how reality was being created.
At this point, I had no memory of my life at all. As soon as the pictures split, I was sucked into the space between them, which I was told by a disembodied female voice I could not place , that this was the place between moments. We perceive life as a continuous stream, but in actuality, reality is completely destroyed and re-created between each instant. In other words, each instant is a page of the flip book, and the previous page is destroyed and replaced with a new one.
I cannot stress how powerful and massive this wheel seemed. It was the source of reality as we knew it, responsible for creating the universe around us. And it was touching me.
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Reality as we know it is merely a side effect of the action of this wheel. My consciousness has existed in this space for all of eternity, being ground against this wheel, spinning with it and helping it create reality. I felt utterly hopeless. My entire life had been a temporary escape into a dream in order to cope with being merely a cog in the wheel both literally and metaphorically , and now that that illusion was broken I was trapped here again, and the entire life I lived was merely a dream.
All of my friends and family, as well as any experiences I remembered, never really happened, and were just a cheap trick I used to distract myself. This… was the real existence. The feminine voice told me that everyone around me are her children, and our purpose was merely to spin with this wheel and create reality. I looked around, confused, and realized then that I was surrounded by trillions of other little people like me, all of them trapped and spinning in order to create reality. Stay with us. Now that you are here, you cannot leave. You cannot leave.
I had escaped, but now I was back. I was trapped there for what felt like an eternity. Time had no meaning in that place; each second felt like countless years. I was dysphoric and terrified, and resigned myself to spinning for the rest of eternity. After what felt like thousands of years who knows? In eternity, nothing means anything. Anything, even starting over in another life, would be better than that hell.
I managed to turn my head to look at the wheel head-on, desperately trying to see how I escaped in the past. I managed to turn my head so that I was looking at the wheel from the side the flat side, so that it resembled a spinning two-dimensional circle. The wheel was divided up into slices like a pizza, or the wheel on Wheel of Fortune the pieces were broad at the top and narrowed closer to the center.
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It's all stuff she might need to know as the author, but the reader doesn't need it. Think about walking along a street and overhearing snatches of conversation, then flesh that out into a scene these really are just scenes. I knew the stories would circle back to the beginning and I was hoping for a more dramatic arc, but it wasn't there. Where Beers does shine is in dialogue. If these stories had been mostly conversations, I think it would have worked better.
Jan 28, Candace rated it liked it Recommends it for: Readers seeking fun lesbian beach reading. Shelves: women-by-or-about , fiction , short-stories , lgbti.
The cycle of interrelated stories in this book provides brief peeks in to the lives of a variety of mostly lesbian women. Each story is a bit of a teaser it felt to me like for a longer story. In other words, I found myself wanting more than just a short story. Most were interesting characters who pulled me into their stories.
The writing was journeyman competent. Only a few editorial lapses. Characters seemed conspicuously balanced for age, weight, race, etc. Mostly, the book was amusing an The cycle of interrelated stories in this book provides brief peeks in to the lives of a variety of mostly lesbian women. Mostly, the book was amusing and mildly titillating.
Nothing deep or profound, but nicely done. May 30, Ayse rated it really liked it Shelves: lgbt-romance. This was a cute collection of short stories, one I liked much more than Georgia Beer's other collection of shorts. Each story was self-contained and complete with the linkages cute and thoughtful.
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The number of lesbians in this small world is slightly unrealistic, but it was highly enjoyable to see the story unfold. Many of the couples were people I would love to read more about -- the chef and the teacher and the wine shop owner and the pharmacist especially. These really were slices of life in This was a cute collection of short stories, one I liked much more than Georgia Beer's other collection of shorts.
These really were slices of life in the best possible way. Oct 27, Cab rated it really liked it Shelves: e-books , lgbt , fiction , short-stories. I really enjoyed this book, it's a series of vignettes that are all connected. You meet a few characters in the 1st and then one of those characters is featured in the next and so on, until the end where we end up back at the beginning It's written in a way that leaves a bunch of open questions about the characters and what happens next but it's done in a way that didn't leave me unsatisfied at all. Although I admit that there are a couple of characters I would like to see again.
Sep 15, Nikki rated it really liked it Shelves: lgbt. I really like the concept and loved the ending.
The stories moved very well from one character to the next and I liked getting to know so many. Although I felt there were several stories I was dying to hear more from, I usually felt the same about the very next character, which kept me satisfied to the end. Definitely recommend. Dec 04, Lynn Kyle-smyth rated it it was amazing. A beautifully written book with a very clever concept. It's no surprise that this book encourages all your senses as with all of Georgia's books. Well structured realistic characters that I would imagine we could all relate to in some way. Jan 24, Cheri rated it really liked it.
I bumped up my rating a little bit because the concept, I think, is very original. The short stories were all pretty interesting and I truly enjoyed moving from one woman to the next. And the end was perfect. Jan 02, Terry Baker rated it it was amazing. She meets lots of interesting people. She likes Jenna, the administrative assistant at Davis and Fichter, but she thinks Jenna is a cut above her.
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May be she should ask Jenna out after all. Is it just Rebecca she fancies, or could it be other women too? Unfortunately, Cassidy gets stood up by Deb. The bar tender brings her out a plate of appetizers, compliments of the house, followed shortly by an appearance of chef Kate Martindale. Kate asks Cassidy to Sunday brunch. The woman had to be twenty years younger than her own fifty five years. Kate has been looking after her dying younger brother and needs a break.
But should she really have asked Cassidy out? When Kate calls into her regular coffee shop and Lindsay serves her, suddenly everything looks brighter. The Barista Lindsay Curtis likes the chef. She comes in everyday.
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Lindsay herself has a girlfriend, Cara. Cara is fifteen years older than her and very hot. Lindsay is a writer of erotica in her spare time. She decides to write a story based on the chef.
The Massage Therapist Cara White is a massage therapist. She mostly enjoys her job. When her old school coach comes in for her regular massage, Cara finds herself talking about their lives for the first time ever. The Landscape Architect Geri Scott was not happy. The massages help her a little. She chats to Dorian about retiring. When she gets home, she has an announcement to make to Lisa. She goes to her local pharmacy to get her anti anxiety meds. Liv, the pharmacist, comes up with a couple of ideas.