Still no psychoactive effects.

No visual disorientation.

Then Slowly, an opiated hig creeps over me.

A drunken heedlessness and awareness,

Disassociated fall out.

There is no longer any context in my precognitive patterns.

Increasing the doses to twenty milligram.

A new sensation is taking over me.

Am losing my senses.

Deaden-nerves and I do't feel my body any more.

Not to self: Avoid self emulation.

It's more sinister now.

In fact it's unpleasant.

I want to fall down in hell.

So i fall in to madness.

Sip gag, sip gag.

The wine hits me like a wave of worm milk.

I fall a sleep and then I have an apocalyptic dream.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Except your face keeps me in this world of dreaming.

It seems that life is the simulated quest for usurpers.

Take not to self: you are safe for now.

Conclusion made: Narcotic substances makes me like you.
Blind for realty.