I think its about time...
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speak of the devil. Watch in amazement as I turn this forum into the detox.
Last friday I did lucy in the sky with diamonds for the first time. I've been a frequent substance experimenter since age 13 with periodic stints of sobriety (probation for a year and a half, then some self induced detox for a half a year here and there) and have done shrooms and dxm and salvia and even mescaline but had never gotten cid that was actually really amazingly good until just now. It absolutely blew my mind. It was like mushrooms without the debilitating and poison-intoxicating side effects. I felt completely on top of it and going out of my mind at the same time.
Me and my buddy walked across town and back just to get it, started out at about 9:30pm on our trek through a homeless wilderness of backroads and woods and toothless miscreants screaming crazy bird sounds through a black void that we were scrambling through at rapid paces, we were already drunk so I bumped into this man and woman couple and looked them straight in the face and said SO WE'RE GOING THAT WAY? drunken and belligerantly, I think they thought I was going to rob and/or rape them but I walked straight past to my friend who was on the other path, he explained that I would be required to sit in [local bar name emitted] for about 20 minutes and have some jack and cokes until he got back, which progressed rather smoothly for my liking.
He got back and we walked the other way across town drunkenly screaming at people, he flashed a handfull of tinfoil at me on the main road with lights blazing in my eyes and shining off the aluminum, it looked absolutely delightful. we made it across treacherous terrain until we got to his apartment at which point we carnivorously gobbled down the contents of the tinfoil. Three tinfoils which equals out to three hits apiece. We played gta4 for about 20 minutes at which point I started feeling a bit 'out of sorts' and when I pissed in the bathroom it seemed as if the mirror had strange appraisals to say about the pupils of my eyes and my outward appearance and even my entire outlook on life. This is when I zipped up my pisser and ambled out and he was yelling about how the acid was bunk and how he wasn't feeling anything so he called his guy and his guy told us to go to the beer store and walk back and if we weren't feeling it to call him again. I told my friend he was out of his mind but I was down to trek nonetheless.
we walked and right when we got there and looked at the selection, we seemed to agree that it was inexplicably melting together and that we needed to get the fuck out of the beer store and it was the last goddamn place in the universe that we needed to be. He grabbed two longneck bottles at random and we ran to pay for them, I had my head comically and cartoonesquely halfway out the door and my body was in the building when the chinese clerk said, "WHO YOU THINK GONNA WIN SUPER BOWL?" and I had to crane my head back in slow motion-style and yell in his face, 'STEELERS! GOT A BAG PLEASE? PUT THE BOTTLES IN THE BAG PLEASE." and my friend stupidly and retardedly said, CARDINALS, BITCH! I ROOT FOR THE UNDERDOG! He bagged the beers and we hastily stomped across the wilderness back to his apartment, undeterred by oriental wizardry.
I ran up three flights of steps to get into the aforementioned apartment and laid on the couch and it seemed to hit me hardest right when I sat down and caught my breath. We put on Apocalypse Now and I had to put on my headphones because it was too intense, I just listened to music and watched the complex images on the screen completely melt into each other. It felt like energy from the universe was filtering through my brain at such a rapid pace and in such a way that I would have never noticed it otherwise, like generations upon generations of human breeding and evolution was creating necessary filters in our brain to not notice shit like that because it would drive us insane if we noticed it all the time. It felt like some kind of ghostly train station, I could see the walls and doors of his apartment breathing intermittently and an inexplicable bright light shone on me from behind even though my back was to the wall, it felt like the cars driving on the road three stories below were throwing energy up at me and it was filtering through my brain.
Basically the feeling I got was the constant pushing and pulling of the universe itself, like putting your cock in a vagina and thrusting and pushing and ejaculating and then pulling out, over and over again throughout existence. That's basically what matter, and space, does. It really felt like I was almost born again, without the pain of being born. Specifically, during birth I had headbutted my mother's spine on the way out, and it felt a lot like that. I specifically tried to write things down on a notebook here and there (I was partially inspired by the fact that the man who mapped our DNA's double helix structure was high as fuck on acid when he did it, his name was Francis Crick, look it up if you don't believe me) but not a lot of it made much sense, I guess it would help if I went to the trouble of being a trained scientist fancy-pants but whatever.
I didn't feel like I came down all the way until about 6pm the next day and I took them at about 10pm the night previous.
Basically what I'm trying to say is that you should do some acid.
Kids, if you're reading this, I know you listen to the horrorcore musak. Also Taxman, who is a kids. Reach into your mother's purse at night when she's asleep and lift like 30-45 bucks out and go buy some acid. Then listen to KGP and murder your little sister's pet bunnies or masturbate to photoshopped fake porn pictures of Julio Iglasias or whatever it is that you like to do in your spare time when you're not posting on this internet message board.
Last friday I did lucy in the sky with diamonds for the first time. I've been a frequent substance experimenter since age 13 with periodic stints of sobriety (probation for a year and a half, then some self induced detox for a half a year here and there) and have done shrooms and dxm and salvia and even mescaline but had never gotten cid that was actually really amazingly good until just now. It absolutely blew my mind. It was like mushrooms without the debilitating and poison-intoxicating side effects. I felt completely on top of it and going out of my mind at the same time.
Me and my buddy walked across town and back just to get it, started out at about 9:30pm on our trek through a homeless wilderness of backroads and woods and toothless miscreants screaming crazy bird sounds through a black void that we were scrambling through at rapid paces, we were already drunk so I bumped into this man and woman couple and looked them straight in the face and said SO WE'RE GOING THAT WAY? drunken and belligerantly, I think they thought I was going to rob and/or rape them but I walked straight past to my friend who was on the other path, he explained that I would be required to sit in [local bar name emitted] for about 20 minutes and have some jack and cokes until he got back, which progressed rather smoothly for my liking.
He got back and we walked the other way across town drunkenly screaming at people, he flashed a handfull of tinfoil at me on the main road with lights blazing in my eyes and shining off the aluminum, it looked absolutely delightful. we made it across treacherous terrain until we got to his apartment at which point we carnivorously gobbled down the contents of the tinfoil. Three tinfoils which equals out to three hits apiece. We played gta4 for about 20 minutes at which point I started feeling a bit 'out of sorts' and when I pissed in the bathroom it seemed as if the mirror had strange appraisals to say about the pupils of my eyes and my outward appearance and even my entire outlook on life. This is when I zipped up my pisser and ambled out and he was yelling about how the acid was bunk and how he wasn't feeling anything so he called his guy and his guy told us to go to the beer store and walk back and if we weren't feeling it to call him again. I told my friend he was out of his mind but I was down to trek nonetheless.
we walked and right when we got there and looked at the selection, we seemed to agree that it was inexplicably melting together and that we needed to get the fuck out of the beer store and it was the last goddamn place in the universe that we needed to be. He grabbed two longneck bottles at random and we ran to pay for them, I had my head comically and cartoonesquely halfway out the door and my body was in the building when the chinese clerk said, "WHO YOU THINK GONNA WIN SUPER BOWL?" and I had to crane my head back in slow motion-style and yell in his face, 'STEELERS! GOT A BAG PLEASE? PUT THE BOTTLES IN THE BAG PLEASE." and my friend stupidly and retardedly said, CARDINALS, BITCH! I ROOT FOR THE UNDERDOG! He bagged the beers and we hastily stomped across the wilderness back to his apartment, undeterred by oriental wizardry.
I ran up three flights of steps to get into the aforementioned apartment and laid on the couch and it seemed to hit me hardest right when I sat down and caught my breath. We put on Apocalypse Now and I had to put on my headphones because it was too intense, I just listened to music and watched the complex images on the screen completely melt into each other. It felt like energy from the universe was filtering through my brain at such a rapid pace and in such a way that I would have never noticed it otherwise, like generations upon generations of human breeding and evolution was creating necessary filters in our brain to not notice shit like that because it would drive us insane if we noticed it all the time. It felt like some kind of ghostly train station, I could see the walls and doors of his apartment breathing intermittently and an inexplicable bright light shone on me from behind even though my back was to the wall, it felt like the cars driving on the road three stories below were throwing energy up at me and it was filtering through my brain.
Basically the feeling I got was the constant pushing and pulling of the universe itself, like putting your cock in a vagina and thrusting and pushing and ejaculating and then pulling out, over and over again throughout existence. That's basically what matter, and space, does. It really felt like I was almost born again, without the pain of being born. Specifically, during birth I had headbutted my mother's spine on the way out, and it felt a lot like that. I specifically tried to write things down on a notebook here and there (I was partially inspired by the fact that the man who mapped our DNA's double helix structure was high as fuck on acid when he did it, his name was Francis Crick, look it up if you don't believe me) but not a lot of it made much sense, I guess it would help if I went to the trouble of being a trained scientist fancy-pants but whatever.
I didn't feel like I came down all the way until about 6pm the next day and I took them at about 10pm the night previous.
Basically what I'm trying to say is that you should do some acid.
Kids, if you're reading this, I know you listen to the horrorcore musak. Also Taxman, who is a kids. Reach into your mother's purse at night when she's asleep and lift like 30-45 bucks out and go buy some acid. Then listen to KGP and murder your little sister's pet bunnies or masturbate to photoshopped fake porn pictures of Julio Iglasias or whatever it is that you like to do in your spare time when you're not posting on this internet message board.
oh man. that was great. that should be on erowid. tons of good parts in there but the whole "I had to crane my head back in slow motion-style and yell in his face, 'STEELERS! GOT A BAG PLEASE? PUT THE BOTTLES IN THE BAG PLEASE." fuckin killed me. it could be that i have done almost the same thing while "under the influence" or it could be this weed. either way 
