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On Acid

i prefer peyote and mushrooms. mushrooms are a visual blast.
see, mushrooms i might still do because they bring it different and was always my preference. basically it,s laughing and laughing til the fuckfest starts and doesnt end for calendar time
 
i still do them occasionally. no offense to anyone but i burnt myself out on acid in my late teens. plus the era (late 80s) i was doing acid in tended to be cut with strychnine and it wasnt bad, it just gave (me anyway) this strange tenseness in my muscles. still had many a good time on it. just not for me anymore.
 
i still do them occasionally. no offense to anyone but i burnt myself out on acid in my late teens. plus the era (late 80s) i was doing acid in tended to be cut with strychnine and it wasnt bad, it just gave (me anyway) this strange tenseness in my muscles. still had many a good time on it. just not for me anymore.
the metal taste on my tongue, almost like old blood or a dirty penny
 
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

congratulations for the courage!
stramonium is one of the few things that makes me really scared!
especially because one of the potential side effect can causing blindness.
I've known a couple of people who took it and they are completely mad for a couple of days!
 
The one and only time i did acid, i tripped at home and my mom looked after me. She told me i was putting my pants on, cuffs first. The next morning when i woke up, i wanted to listen to some music via my walkman, we used to use cassettes back in those days. Anyhow, i was looking at the headphones (L & R, couldn't see them) and anything within 2 feet was blurry. I couldn't even read what cassette i was going to listen to, i had to differentiate by colors of labels.
 
when I was in high school a buddy and I would drive his chevy good times van to the lake. fill it with all the lightning bugs we could find. drop a hit of paper acid. get inside. lay back and watch the tracers from the lightning bugs. fun times.
 
ive always wanted to try Hallucinogens but never got the chance to do so
when i was in college i got talking to another dude on my course and he told me about his experience of microdots and other stuff he had taken and that just intrigued me more but none of the "friends" i had then wanted to go any deeper into the rabbit hole than cannabis and poppers
 
First time i did the acid (at 12) was with my parents, we where on the beach and the adults (also on acid) where eating ice-cream on a stick
and laughing stupidly. I remember thinking to myself: these people (hippies) are stupid. I did not hallucinate. When we came home my mom
gave me some O.J. and put me in the corner with the headphones on. Pink Floyd, Dark side of the moon.
 
First time i did the acid (at 12) was with my parents, we where on the beach and the adults (also on acid) where eating ice-cream on a stick
and laughing stupidly. I remember thinking to myself: these people (hippies) are stupid. I did not hallucinate. When we came home my mom
gave me some O.J. and put me in the corner with the headphones on. Pink Floyd, Dark side of the moon.
fuckin hippies, man
 
End of the '70s we had a lot of 'micros' here in Germany, called 'White Berliner, Yellow Sunshines, Red Stars' and so on. I took sometimes quite high amounts of this stuff, but it was everytime a great trip. In our gang were some older, experienced guys who took care over the scenery. And we were always outside in the woods for some time, with campfire and so on.
Nowadays I can't stand any psychedelic stuff anymore, no weed etc. nothing. It would kill my high...too much thinking.
 
End of the '70s we had a lot of 'micros' here in Germany, called 'White Berliner, Yellow Sunshines, Red Stars' and so on. I took sometimes quite high amounts of this stuff, but it was everytime a great trip. In our gang were some older, experienced guys who took care over the scenery. And we were always outside in the woods for some time, with campfire and so on.
Nowadays I can't stand any psychedelic stuff anymore, no weed etc. nothing. It would kill my high...too much thinking.
We had " baby blue dragons " and the best " black micro dot "- LOLs
Never go trippin in a cemetery :D:facepalm:
 
I've never taken acid, but had other forms of "wtf is going on" drugs...

The first time I tripped was when I was 17. A mate of mine bought a bag of roughly 1,000 dried 'shrooms for £20. He brewed about 500 of them in a teapot. I had a sip of his "tea" but it made me retch, so he recommended that I ate them instead. I put about 150 caps in a ham sandwich. It tasted like I was eating an old bath sponge that had just been used to clean the plug hole.
After about half an hour my mate started giggling and waving his hand in front of his face in amazement. I was sat there feeling nothing for another good half hour (obviously drinking it brewed has a far quicker affect than eating) while my mate pissed himself laughing at fuck all.
After about an hour and 15 minutes, I started feeling very relaxed and warm inside... similar to being stoned but not quite. It was early December and I remember this weird Santa face hanging on the wall of my friends living room. Suddenly, Santa smiled at me and I shot to my feet freaking the fuck out. I felt my skin go cold and I started to sweat profusely. My mate was just staring at the Xmas tree, looking it up and down and concentrating very hard. Everywhere I looked things were melting and sliding down walls or across the fireplace. At first I didn't like it all but, after a few minutes of terror, it clicked that what I was seeing wasn't actually happening and the 'shrooms had taken effect. Why I didn't realise this in the first place is anyone's guess. But, I suppose that's what the drug does.
I started to enjoy it and was seeking out various things around the house to see what they'd do. The effects got stronger over the next hour or so, but then faded away over the course of 4 or 5 hours. The next morning I had a massive, uncomfortable bloated feeling and sat on the throne for about half hour. I felt sick all day and couldn't eat, but I was constantly drinking fizzy stuff in an attempt to perform the mother of all burps to make me feel better.
I've never had them since. I did buy a pack in Amsterdam in 2012, but gave them away to a mate when we got back.



One time, back at an old (late) friends house after an awesome night out clubbing, the usual trays were being passed around... a few filled with tobacco, skins and weed and the infamous white powder and rolled up 20 tray. A few randoms we got talking to had been invited back and contributed to the powder tray, but warned us all to keep it separate from the other pile... I assumed it was because his was much higher quality. Turned out to be ketamine, but I wasn't to know at the time.
My mate, as a lot of us at the time, was a budding amateur DJ and had his own set of turntables, mixer and huge collection of 12" vinyls that we'd abuse long into the dawn after a night out. While I was spinning a few tunes, one of the randoms invited me to sniff from his pile. He'd whipped me up a decent sized line and being an avid coke fan at the time I was only too happy to take him up on the offer. He held the tray up to my chin height and I sniffed the line stood up at the decks. The very second it hit the top of my nose it started stinging and the taste down the back of my throat was vile. I immediately asked wtf is that?? "Good shit that, man" he sneered. After a couple of minutes, the tune I was playing was coming to an end, so grabbed the headphones and started to que up the next one. Suddenly the right turntable looked like it was moving up away from the desk. At first, I thought someone was being a prick and pushing it up from behind while lying on the floor. No one was there. I sort of blinked hard and shook my head a bit. I felt off balance and took a step back. As I tried to take that step forward to where I was my foot felt insanely heavy. It looked like the floor was now on an incline and the decks magically glued to the table as it sloped at 45 degree angle. I knew something was wrong and knew it was what I sniffed causing it.
The whole room... sound, sights everything was distorted as fuck. I needed to sit and sit now. I felt out in front of me, like you would in the pitch black and felt someone grab my arm. I knew what direction the sofa was so just pointed. I remember feeling out with my feet to make sure I wasn't going to trip over something or someone. Instead of hearing the music or people talking, all I could hear was a constant wow wow wow wow wow sound. I didn't feel ill or scared, in fact it was a fucking awesome feeling. I was loving it.
I knew I was sat down so slouched and got comfy. I had a true out-of-body experience. It was like my soul was enjoying the party, but my body was out for the count. I knew I was on the sofa. I knew I was off my fucking face, but I didn't/couldn't move for a good 90 minutes. For those 90 minutes I went on the best journey of my life. It's hard to explain what you experience on ketamine, but it's fucking insane.
After waking from my "K-hole" I felt euphoria like never before (and I've had a fair few ecstasy pills in my time). The effects were still present. I came around to needing a piss like never before and wobbled all over the fucking place trying to get to the toilet. When I got there the bowl looked like it was flat... like a big dinner plate on the floor. I just aimed for the middle and hoped for the best.
After that night, after never having "K" before and not intending to, it became a regular thing for after clubbing. Now I'm all married and kids and shit and don't do anything any more, but if the truth be known... I miss it like fuck. I loved getting smashed and plan to again when I retire :)



Oh and one time I had a pipe of 60x extract salvia... never again. Never, never, never again. Oh no. No. Never. :cantunsee:
 
First time I dropped acid was in 1990. Some super-sized fat-assed hippy bitch gave me 5 hit of blue"shockta shiva". She was about 4 or 5 years older then me and wanted to "get down" with me. I was thoroughly grossed out.
I thought one of the guys there was Jesus, and the other guy was Satan. And I thought I sold my soul to this guy for a doughnut. Then Dave(aka Jesus) took me to the local parish, and a few old ladies complimented my mohawk,lol.
 
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