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On Acid

Any of you done acid?
I've been watching some of the Vice, "On Acid" clips.
Some funny stuff. I can relate personally to their paranoia and general angst as they're thrust into social situations that are totally inappropriate for their current states of mind. Tripping balls and trying to function socially can be mutually exclusive endeavors. LSD exposes the meaninglessness of our existence and we find ourselves appalled at how utterly ridiculous our lives are. You live entirely in the moment on acid and sudden changes can be traumatic to say the least. Simply walking from one room to another can destroy your mind LOL
There's a longing to express the experience, coupled with a resigned hopelessness at the futility of even trying. I become hyper sensitive to the energy of other people and of how far removed I am from the person they expect me to be. A quiet room can become the holocaust when a stranger comes in....It's insane. It's disturbing. You can't relax. Your mind is going at light speed, convulsing, inverting. Observing life in all of its grotesque wonder as you're shot through cerebral wormholes to the outer limits of your own asshole....on a plane of awareness that is impossible to verbalize.

This and so much more.......intensifying by the second. People are beautiful and simultaneously hideous; extremely jarring and abrasive. Their manic vibes can rattle you to your core. I see superficial, contrived projections, hysterical masking and very very rarely, genuinely centered calm! In this altered state, to encounter someone being 100% real is like taking a cool drink of water after crawling over 10 miles of sun-baked asphalt! It's a search for beauty in a world of shit. It's a waking dream you can't sleep in!



One acid story

I was living in Perth Australia. Me and my room mate, Mick (also from NZ) had being working in this really shitty job at a hay baling factory. It was a dirty job that left you at the end of the day completely covered with tiny needle-like hay particles that clung to every single micro contour of your body, causing you to itch and sneeze like fuck. The pay sucked. The work was never ending and the boss was an asshole.

One night me, Mick and another aussie dude were told to do a night shift. Just the three of us in this massive shithole full of giant hay bales, dangerous hay baling machines, conveyor belts and forklifts. The boss told us to come in at 8pm. He'd go home at about 8:15pm and leave us to it. We were assigned a crazy amount of hay to bale and were supposed to have all done by 8am the next morning.
For some stupid reason we decided it would be a good idea to take two tabs of acid each before we started, so when the boss left we took a cigarette/coffee/ acid break fully intending to get right back to work and do the job....lol
It didn't work out........

Initially we did get back to work for about 40 minutes until the acid started to kick in, then it became increasingly difficult to comprehend what the hell we were doing in this gigantic warehouse with all this shit......Hay balers aren't supposed to wax philosophical about the meaning of life and work.....Coz when they do, they invariably come to the same conclusion (especially if they're on LSD)
It's all bullshit! It's more meaningful to turn off all the lights, turn the (empty baling machines on full) and drive wildly around this labyrinth of hay in the forklifts; crashing into shit and moving everything around pointlessly from A to B to M to PW to S to fuck knows.....This compulsion increased as we peaked higher and higher. The idea of working just seemed impossible to even understand
I distinctly remember thinking I was in some kind of freaky Sci-fi set with my forklift racing around in the dark; my headlights illuminating a path through the hay tunnels catching the occasional glimpse of another fork-bot warrior careening around a corner and then disappearing. A forklift is an amazing toy to have when you're tripping. You can do a lot with a forklift. When I say a lot I could paraphrase that as cause a lot of damage.
Needless to say, we did no actual work in the conventional sense of the word, but holy shit did we WORK!! LOL
We were quite exhausted by the time the boss walked in at 8am the next morning, took one look at the chaos, asked us what the fuck we thought we were doing and fired us all...lol

Stepping out from that movie set into the glare of morning sun was quite a shock to the system. I was jolted back to a simulation of reality, but for from grounded in it. The drive home was a riot as well. I decided not to take LSD at work from then on.


Does anyone else have an acid story to share?
 
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so true, so true.
i spent my 16th summer tripping. got to be outside with just one or two good friends. i have to keep moving and keep doing or i start thinking and that is a problem.

fast forward a couple of years to when i tripped with my younger sister. fuck that= i spent the whole time rationalizing what was going on and couldnt ride the wave. hours of just wanting it to stop and me scientifically analyzing the phenomenon. last time i tripped.

best/worst story is prolly the time i went with 3 pro types (i am not a pro type) to ski tuckerman,s ravine. we dropped multiple tabs but luckily for me tuckerman,s rangers wouldnt let us climb up as a blizzard had ensued. we skipped over to wildcat and i proceeded to follow these fookin assholes down every damn black diamond nearly killing myself and laughing to beat the band. finally the patrol shut down the mt, cause of the blizz and we were stuck hanging in the lodge for hours while the roads were cleared. and then horniness set in with a will. my boyo and i had sex several times on the lodge floor/furniture with dozens of friendly folk wwithin chatting distance. no shame. no cell phones to record my nekkid ass trotting around like a sassy wee filly thank dag.
when they opened the roads, off we went still tripping balls out. along the way i had to pee so we pulled over and i climbed a snowbank, disappearing for almost 2 hrs while my friends sat and smoked bowls/did lines. i struggled to get my jumper down to whiz and fell into a freezing stream with all my snow gear on, weighing me down but of course, my dumb ass was laughing while i got carried down stream and swallowed 80 gallons of h2o. i finally dragged out and had to find my way back to the road (dark by now). then everyone laughed at me and i stripped out and gave my boyfriend a blow job while we drove off.
 
When I was at university of north Carolina school of arts for high school. I was taking the last ballet class before the weekend and my friends not in the class were waiting around till I finished outside of the studio so we could trip together. Me being the genius that I am, I decided to drop acid half way through the class so i would be close to tripping by the time class was over. The problem was I didn't pay attention to the change in the schedule and class was going to be 30mins longer than I thought it was going to be. Let's just say doing turns in ballet class when your tripping your balls off is not the greatest experience. My friends were at least amused at my expense.
 
When I was at university of north Carolina school of arts for high school. I was taking the last ballet class before the weekend and my friends not in the class were waiting around till I finished outside of the studio so we could trip together. Me being the genius that I am, I decided to drop acid half way through the class so i would be close to tripping by the time class was over. The problem was I didn't pay attention to the change in the schedule and class was going to be 30mins longer than I thought it was going to be. Let's just say doing turns in ballet class when your tripping your balls off is not the greatest experience. My friends were at least amused at my expense.
prolly the only time you,ve truly been en pointe, ever, eh

OH
 
I've done White Lightning, Window Panes, Blotters and Mouse Turds.
By far the best, was Window Panes. 48 hours of total madness in a fun, exciting way. I laughed so much my throat and neck muscles hurt for days. Hallways went on for miles and a spherical garden were just two fun things we discovered. Good times.
 
my best was in a rave near Genova and in assosiation with ketamine for the high, in beginning of trip, all divented ultra-tall, and after 2 hours, kaleidoscopic tunnels and impressionistic bidimensional pictures of my visual camps...only after an entire day started to calm down.
for me the trip from LSD is a bit 'too long and intense, I must just be very willing to take it, in fact I will have taken 5 0 6 times in my life
has anyone had any experiences with mescaline?
in my contry is very rare
 
my best was in a rave near Genova and in assosiation with ketamine for the high, in beginning of trip, all divented ultra-tall, and after 2 hours, kaleidoscopic tunnels and impressionistic bidimensional pictures of my visual camps...only after an entire day started to calm down.
for me the trip from LSD is a bit 'too long and intense, I must just be very willing to take it, in fact I will have taken 5 0 6 times in my life
has anyone had any experiences with mescaline?
in my contry is very rare

Ketamine....haha cool stuff! If you use the right amount. Been in a K-hole once and thought I would never get out of it.
 
Back in New Zealand me and my friends found some Datura plants and decided to try it out. we took it home and boiled the roots until we, unbeknownst to us, had produced a potent brew that was a lot stronger than we'd been led to believe. We heard later from other people that you should only boil the flowers or something . Anyway we all drank a big coffee mug-full each and waited. When it hit we simply lost our minds and never saw each other again for a few days. We just ended up wandering off into our own private disasters. Luckily for me I ended up falling down a staircase and knocking myself out. One of my other friends was arrested at 5am the next morning jogging along the state highway naked except for one sock. He ended up in the psyche ward of the hospital, strapped to a bed to stop him from diving head first into the concrete floor and smashing his face up more. My other mate we found out never made it out of the house. He was being chased around inside by furniture that was laughing at him and having conversations with his totally independent reflection in the bathroom mirror....crazy stuff.
About a week later, we recommended it to another friend who drank an even bigger doses of it than we had. He was our designated driver for the night LOL....after his driving became increasingly and predictably erratic and dangerous we moved him over and drove back to his place. I decided that I should keep an eye on him, even though he was home; which turned out to have been a really good idea because he disappeared for just a few minutes int a back room and reappeared in the kitchen. I went to see what he was doing and found him casually putting his 9 month old baby daughter into the freezer. He had no idea why we took his baby from him....lol
 
Back in New Zealand me and my friends found some Datura plants and decided to try it out. we took it home and boiled the roots until we, unbeknownst to us, had produced a potent brew that was a lot stronger than we'd been led to believe. We heard later from other people that you should only boil the flowers or something . Anyway we all drank a big coffee mug-full each and waited. When it hit we simply lost our minds and never saw each other again for a few days. We just ended up wandering off into our own private disasters. Luckily for me I ended up falling down a staircase and knocking myself out. One of my other friends was arrested at 5am the next morning jogging along the state highway naked except for one sock. He ended up in the psyche ward of the hospital, strapped to a bed to stop him from diving head first into the concrete floor and smashing his face up more. My other mate we found out never made it out of the house. He was being chased around inside by furniture that was laughing at him and having conversations with his totally independent reflection in the bathroom mirror....crazy stuff.
About a week later, we recommended it to another friend who drank an even bigger doses of it than we had. He was our designated driver for the night LOL....after his driving became increasingly and predictably erratic and dangerous we moved him over and drove back to his place. I decided that I should keep an eye on him, even though he was home; which turned out to have been a really good idea because he disappeared for just a few minutes int a back room and reappeared in the kitchen. I went to see what he was doing and found him casually putting his 9 month old baby daughter into the freezer. He had no idea why we took his baby from him....lol
i,ve had this experience with minor name changes. lost for days. lost friends lost for days. jim morrison never appeared to tell me howw to get outa the desert
 
my best was in a rave near Genova and in assosiation with ketamine for the high, in beginning of trip, all divented ultra-tall, and after 2 hours, kaleidoscopic tunnels and impressionistic bidimensional pictures of my visual camps...only after an entire day started to calm down.
for me the trip from LSD is a bit 'too long and intense, I must just be very willing to take it, in fact I will have taken 5 0 6 times in my life
has anyone had any experiences with mescaline?
in my contry is very rare
mescaline, peyote...yep...microdot was big when i was a tot

i ha ketamine in abundance but cannot advise the use of it in humans. full stop
 
I agree. The first time I tripped on mushrooms it was beautiful! I know we live on a ball floating in space, but this was the first time I actually felt it acutely. Sitting on a beach at night under the stars....it was fucking awesome!
i was at jalama beach, just north of point conception, on mushrooms under a full moon. it was awesome. ironically, about nine of us ended up getting lost on our own. i totally buy into the theory of psychedelics somehow opens your mind. wish i could explain it better but im not a hippie. kind of like it allows you to think more freely, look at things under different lights etc etc.
 
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