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?
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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