Troomin’
specific events of an acid trip, such as watching bricks in a wall move, seeing sound, or other brief flares of an acid trip.
dude, after we dropped, i just chilled, and listened to pink floyd. i was checking out the posters, and then the music started troomin’ hard.
when someone is tripping b-lls or high on a halucinogen and the shape of their surroundings start to contort and twist. see also “mind f-ck”
bro last weeked i took 5 hits of acid and the stop sign turned into jessica simpson, i was troomin soooooooo hard
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