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  1. Eventually everything got really slow, and everyone was commenting on "how high he is."
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  3. They started playing some stoner music, Atlas by Battles, Green Knights by Memory Tapes, and some other things. The TV was on comedy central the whole time. It was pretty chill. Then I remember my friend that helped me smoke going into his kitchen down the hall and talking to the two girls and maybe some other people. I'm not sure who was there. I heard things like "I haven't seen this guy in two years," "he totally wouldn't smoke with us before," "he must be having problems with his girlfriend." I started to get really sad and paranoid. Their other roommate, the one I hadn't met, was trying to distract me from listening, I think, then I think he eventually went in and told them to stop because I could hear.
  4. That's when things started getting crazy. I started thinking about how everyone must love weed because it puts them through their most embarrassing moment. Then I really wanted to come out of it and thought I had to solve a riddle to do so. So I started to think about how everything was the same. Words became colors. And all words blended into the word 'the.' 'The' was yellow, pink, and green, by the way. It was they key to the riddle. I just had to keeping moving through events until everything was one. But as things kept getting more embarrassing I realized that marijuana actually puts people through their worst nightmare. Things got progressively worse as I realized that I was actually dying and death was my worst nightmare. Marijuana was just propaganda to get you to kill yourself. Then I realized it marijuana was the way to go to hell. Everyone was reincarnated again over and over until they're in my life and smoke marijuana for the first time. Surrounded by almost complete strangers and terrified. Marijuana was actually a gateway to hell. I was in hell, and this was what hell was. Every single moment something got worse. I was finally experiencing eternal torture. I couldn't imagine how things could possibly get worse but they kept getting worse. Until I was in total blackness and just falling. Every single moment I felt worse, and I couldn't imagine that every single moment for the rest of eternity this could keep happening. I could never imagine how I could possibly feel worse than I did, then I would feel worse. And the worst part was knowing it would never end.
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  6. Then I started to come out of it and realized that things were getting better, although they were bad most of the time. Things kept getting better and better though. Like the opposite of what was happening before. Until more good things than bad things were happening. I realized I was approaching heaven. I experienced eternity. Every time one bad thing happened in a mass of good things that was an eternity I would have to live through in another time that took as long as the one I was previously in. Time was an illusion. It was so profound. The circle was the meaning of everything. I kept coming back to common themes. Like blackness, whiteness, sameness, embarrassment, eternity, heaven, hell.
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