Sailing The Rivers Of Babylon - Writers Forum

Sock · 01-02-2006, 08:37 PM

“So what do you think?” John’s voice sliced through Lenny’s thoughts, straightening his body and drawing his head in John’s direction.

“bout what?” Lenny questioned as he cradled his head between his legs.

“About what? Have you been listening to me?”

“I can honestly say, no. No I have not,”

Lenny pulled his head out from his knees and allowed to stumble into the window adjacent to the car seat. Outside the sun cooked the street like bacon. He could feel the heat on the glass. Everything blurred together creating a collogue of his surroundings. The mushrooms were slowly sinking in. The sun was brighter than ever and Lenny could feel his eyes liquefying as he stared at it intently.

“My eyes are melting John…” Lenny finally managed to murmur this slurred statement.

“What?”

“They’re like candle wax…”

John frantically looked over at Lenny. Lenny sat in a daze, hypnotized by the beaming sunlight that illuminated their surroundings and made the earth’s supremacy over them to overwhelmingly apparent. The earth glowed with exuberance and the everything seemed in perfect correlation to each other.

“Lenny… take your eyes of the sun… look at me…” John said as he reached across the car and jolted his finger tips into Lenny’s arm.

Lenny threw himself onto the dash board and stabled himself.

“I feel like we’re sailing through the rivers of Babylon… are we?”

“Yah Leonard, we are…” John played along with Lenny’s trip.

“I knew it… it’s so beautiful… when I close my eyes… All I see is naked woman”

John honked the horn abruptly snapping Lenny from his daze. Lenny looked through the window at the road which was now mixing like particles of Kool-Aid into water. And now the road had morphed into water. The bluest water, so rich and deep in color is seemed almost like paint. Lenny sighed and ogled at the sight. And in the depths of the water were streams of colorful energy that Lenny could only describe as “Pure Beauty”.

For a moment pure ecstasy washed over the car in the form of water. Lenny looked at John in disbelief. John’s chin spawned a beard and his face slowly weathered with the wave of ecstasy that was age and Lenny could not withdraw from embracing him.

Lenny wrapped his boney arms around John swerving the car slightly. John was slightly uncomforted by the sign of love but continued driving as if unfazed. Lenny slowly slipped back into his seat and swallowed deeply, shutting his eyes as he did so. The shapeless blobs of light conjoined to create the image of multicolored tiger sprinting through a field of endless fruit.

“I want to be the tiger!” Lenny whispered to John.

“I disagree, I would rather be the deer, do you see it?” John said as he continued to steer the station wagon and light a cigarette.

The lion morphed again into a deer and leaped over a stream.

“You are the deer!” Lenny pointed out. Lenny pried his eyes open and examined the outside again. A more intense lighting poured over the foliage accumulating into patched of light that created auras around the objects.

The car screeched to a halt and drew Lenny’s attention to John. John had the aura as well. His aura was a thick saturated orange that seemed to light the car including Lenny.

John motioned for Lenny to fallow him. Lenny fallowed the aura attentively. He peered at his body in realization that he had an aura that matched John’s exactly. At that moment Lenny fell to his knees and tears trickled out of his wide eyes.

John quikly turned around.

“Oh, fuck… come on Lenny we have to go in that building alright?” John said pointing in the direction of Lenny’s home.”

Lenny just marveled at the unity between John and himself and allowed the tears to stream profusely down his face.

John grabbed a Lenny and tossed him over his shoulder. He walked quickly towards the house unfazed by the skinny boy that rest on his shoulders. He circled around to the back of the house and placed Lenny in the garden.

“I need you to really look at these flowers okay? They are the key to the universe…” John reassured Lenny with pat on the shoulder. John was devising this plan so that Lenny would inspect the garden until he was sober enough to realize the stupidity of his actions. Then it would be safe enough for him to return into his house to face his parents.

Lenny realized that flowers spoke to him. Not in sounds, or language but in light and color and energy. The orange being John, walked off into the beaming sun and Lenny knew that John had gone to heaven on a count of his pure soul. Lenny could finally sit peacefully and converse with lilies.

gohn67 · 01-02-2006, 08:48 PM

Hey Sock,
Yes, said it yourself it is hard to describe in words. I bet you had a helluva a time on your mushroom trip, but it is very difficult to write about. It's hard to do it justice, give the reader the same sensation. The only writer I know that does a great job of writing about being under the influence of drugs is Hunter S Thompson. I've yet to read Burroughs, but I know he wrote under the influence also. Maybe to take a look at those two authors and see how they do it.

I think it was a good attempt, but reading about your experience probably not as trippy and fun as when it happened to you. It's just hard to do.

Sock · 01-02-2006, 08:56 PM

Thanks for the advice. You reaction is exactly what I expected. I will check out the authors you suggested for sure. I have only taken mushrooms twice making a tad hard to really explain it in depth. Well, thanks again.

Sigg · 01-03-2006, 07:27 AM

While I appreciated the "trippy" descriptions, all of the grammar errors made it difficult for me to focus on the feeling/picture you were painting for me. Although I've been on shrooms, we all have our own unique trips, but I think I can imagine what it felt like for you. Shrooms are pretty intense though, stick to weed and booze and you'll be able to write coherently while ur still high.

Sock · 01-03-2006, 11:39 AM

Ha ha ha, Thanks for the tip. I apologize for the sloppy grammar, somtimes when I edit my stories I only read what I want to read (horrible habbit I know).