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BeachGoat
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8/6/2005 at 10:07 |
I was looking at shit and found this fragment:
We just got back from Steve Vai...Guitar circus like chinese acrobats. I'm so fucking deaf. Bright psych enhancement & club black hash just like the old morrocan from the 70's I remember (about time!). Rode the cable car to fisherman's wharf in the am and fed on lobster bisque and crisp wine. 53 hours and 600 miles later, I'm at work pulling the graveyard shift still seeing trails and intricate mosaics patterns all over the audit books. Just TRY looking official and authoritive on arrival like that. So smooth. Toungue tied & deaf, stuttering and slurring as I try to say "WhaaaaT?" , and the poor folks that usually scuttle about trying to avoid my scrutiny were asking if I'd had a stroke or something. I'm the ultra strait asshole who does the books at night and finds everyone's mistakes. They fear and hide my gaze. They compliment my ties and scatter like exposed beetles. It must have been like seeing Margret thatcher drunk, naked, and fondling an infantryman in a latrine. I really hope i pulled it off better than that. I assume that if I was that bad, I would not be here alone with 200 people under my care. I know I could still handle anything but driving or vomit. The numbers require a little focus. Thousands of dollars (all on paper; I never touch cash), and hundreds of people.....who wins the lottery tonight? In real life I'm SO careful, and have checkstops for myself to catch mistakes. I know how upset I get after an error of a couple of bucks. Don't wanna do that to anyone else. The only other person who knows my job just quit, so I'm seven days a week for a couple of months until I can train a new one. Seems like a good time to ask for that raise.
The only time to accurately access your last trip is when you are still frying, because I don't remember it like that. Anyone else remember theirs? Please share. this was from April, or early May.....
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jwalker
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8/6/2005 at 17:49  |
reptilian emotionless yet strikingly beautiful alien beings...
and getting sick.
don't think i'll ever eat mushrooms again.
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Acidburn
I am El Chupacabra  SSHOLEPosts: 809 Registered: 8/1/2004 Offline
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8/6/2005 at 18:22 |
I must be immune to the acid and shrooms. Although I have jumped to conclusions on shit, I have never had hallucinations. I even dropped 7 hits for some stupid reason one night. Saw a fight, my bro wigged out" his vietnam vet bro gave him a shot of something and he was out like dumbskulls sex life" and shit was intense... or did I imagine the whole night? hmmmmmmmmmmm
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dagwood
DARTH MENSES  Posts: 425 Registered: 12/19/2004 Offline
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8/6/2005 at 18:36 |
I was on the ractrack, Churchill downs in 94. Got some Bart Simpson and started trippin with a couple guys who shared a room down from mine. I got bored and since we lived in a bunkhouse we had to go out to do laundry. I packed up allmyworldlygoods in an internal frame pack an trekked out to the laundromat, got a 40 on the way. Tripped on the few people who were there, who seemed to leave very quickly although I ws trying to be inconspicuous/invisible while watching the clothes go round and jamming to the walkman. When I got back, my buddies were arguing about some dumbshit, and Bobby, the smallker weaker one, wouldn't shut up. The other guy, Sal, was a mexican guy, who was a former Jr golden gloves champ in FL, looked liked an Aztec God bronzed and muscular, not to be fucked with. He kept sayin,'Bobby, shut up or I'm gonna hit you, shut up man." Bobby said, in a misguided fit of despondence," Go ahead hit me, I don't care." So he did, right in the fucking nose, heard it break. Tripping has everything to do with set/setting and while I would prefer a peaceful, dreamy, introspective scene in the mountains with very good friends, violence is a trip in itself. But it wasn't so much the strong synesthesia I got from the heightened emotions in the room, it was the blood. Oh the humanity, the blood just spurted outta that guy's face, it was everywhere. Had to put a pillow over it before the flow abated. Sal just stood over him, glistening in the early evening light, saying, "I told you man, I told ya."
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shitbox
my balls your chin, get used to that idea  SSHOLEPosts: 979 Registered: 1/9/2005 Offline
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8/6/2005 at 18:37 |
I honestly cant remember my last fry, which is what i call an LSD trip, however my my last trip was a in January, the old lady and I ate mushrooms and hung out at the house lauging, for like 6 hours...slight visuals, tremendous body high, just right. Did'nt quite go off the edge of sanity, more like tightrope cartwheeled it. That will be my last trip.
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shitbox
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8/6/2005 at 18:38 |
Hey BG! Tell us about the wheelchair bound crackheads! Or did ya already?
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dagwood
DARTH MENSES Posts: 425 Registered: 12/19/2004 Offline
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8/6/2005 at 19:28 |
I've met guys smoking crack while on oxygen. Fukin emphysema, pull the tube out to get a blast.
From the title I thought this was gonna be a food forum thing. Last time you fried oysters, or green tomatoes or something.
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JohnLenin
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8/6/2005 at 23:13 |
Acid costs too much where I live, it sucks. At $30 a hit, I've yet to try it.
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PunjabDickenson
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8/7/2005 at 00:24 |
30 BUCKS A HIT? jeez.
The last time i tripped wasn't memorable at all... there was one time though... about 5 years ago... it was early afternoon... and just getting to be cold out... but not so cold u could see your breath... i was alone in the house, my mom's place... and had some blott left... don't remember how many... but it took them... it had to have been the week after halloween or something like that ... that was a very memorable halloween... well i jump in the shower and decide "hey, I'm gonna skate down to the CVS and buy more shampoo" so i grab muh deck and get goin and i start trippin BALLS about a block before i get to the damned pharmacy. I didn't forget i was trippin... i was havin a blast. geeked out in the store and thankful to get back outside... and then i realize it's all uphill back to the house... uphill followed by a few short blocks of flat. so i get to it... and finally after walking 20 miles 30 feet deep wet cement with flip flops on... on a 200 degree weather day... i can see the house on Olney Street. I'm standing in front of, sweet mercy, a funeral parlor, dying. I could feel the blood rushing to my feet, dragging me down, sucking the life out of me, those bastards trying to steal my life force!!! so. I lay on the sidewalk. unable to go any further. Dead. and guess who pulls up in a shiny new car? the piggies! oh wonderful sight... jesus christ almighty, i'm gonna shit myself if i d on't think fast... "I dont know what happenned i was fine when i left the house... it's only right there i just need a ride i feel so weak i can't stand up... HOSPITAL?! oh no my mom will be home any minute i called her back there from the payphone... i don't remember fainting... " the muther fucker's shining his flashlight in my eyes... I'm sweating jets and it's only like 50 degrees... sigh... mad pale... hahHAHAHA... .well the cop gave me a ride to the house... I GOT AWAY WITH TRIPPIN FACE AND GOT A RIDE FROM 5-0!!! a proud moment. cheers! |
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ghostrider
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8/7/2005 at 00:33 |
My Last Fry (Cliff Notes)
Two years ago...Willie And The Dead, me and friend Milwaukee go. drink, sun, mushroom brownies.
Melting, spinning, losing(weed,money,keys,friend) yet not caring. friend out of it, me driving back home, lost in Milwuakee, two hours from home. driving and drugging not so fun. Ghetto for miles.
Interstate, headed home. keep spotting houses built in middle of freeway. brake and swerve to avoid houses, people and ATM's on road. go home. promise never to do that kinda shit again.
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Dumbskull
I'm assuming the position!  SSHOLEPosts: 1935 Registered: 4/22/2004 Offline
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8/7/2005 at 03:20 |
PunjabDickenson: 30 BUCKS A HIT? jeez.
The last time i tripped wasn't memorable at all... there was one time though... about 5 years ago... it was early afternoon... and just getting to be cold out... but not so cold u could see your breath... i was alone in the house, my mom's place... and had some blott left... don't remember how many... but it took them... it had to have been the week after halloween or something like that ... that was a very memorable halloween... well i jump in the shower and decide "hey, I'm gonna skate down to the CVS and buy more shampoo" so i grab muh deck and get goin and i start trippin BALLS about a block before i get to the damned pharmacy. I didn't forget i was trippin... i was havin a blast. geeked out in the store and thankful to get back outside... and then i realize it's all uphill back to the house... uphill followed by a few short blocks of flat. so i get to it... and finally after walking 20 miles 30 feet deep wet cement with flip flops on... on a 200 degree weather day... i can see the house on Olney Street. I'm standing in front of, sweet mercy, a funeral parlor, dying. I could feel the blood rushing to my feet, dragging me down, sucking the life out of me, those bastards trying to steal my life force!!! so. I lay on the sidewalk. unable to go any further. Dead. and guess who pulls up in a shiny new car? the piggies! oh wonderful sight... jesus christ almighty, i'm gonna shit myself if i d on't think fast... "I dont know what happenned i was fine when i left the house... it's only right there i just need a ride i feel so weak i can't stand up... HOSPITAL?! oh no my mom will be home any minute i called her back there from the payphone... i don't remember fainting... " the muther fucker's shining his flashlight in my eyes... I'm sweating jets and it's only like 50 degrees... sigh... mad pale... hahHAHAHA... .well the cop gave me a ride to the house... I GOT AWAY WITH TRIPPIN FACE AND GOT A RIDE FROM 5-0!!! a proud moment. cheers!
How come I have to find out all the funny stuff here? Or were you afraid I would have laughed at you or found you on the sidewalk and wanted to take pictures?
[Edited on 7/8/2005 by Dumbskull]
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GloriaEstefan
Tender vittles  SSHOLEPosts: 41 Registered: 3/10/2005 Offline
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8/7/2005 at 07:17 |
..last time I fried..I got on the back of a mc and made the fucker drive me to
Seward alaska....the bars stay open till
5 a.m. and i was gonna party.....So about
1230 we landed and i danced to:
Caribou Suite.....every time I listen to that song now...i just wanna ....break out...yeah...that's what happen'd....
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ghostrider
liberal exit SSHOLEPosts: 2525 Registered: 7/29/2004 Offline
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8/7/2005 at 13:26 |
breezysummerday: ..last time I fried..I got on the back of a mc and made the fucker drive me to
Seward alaska....the bars stay open till
5 a.m. and i was gonna party.....So about
1230 we landed and i danced to:
Caribou Suite.....every time I listen to that song now...i just wanna ....break out...yeah...that's what happen'd....
[Edited on 7/8/2005 by breezysummerday]
don't the bars in Wasilla stay open all night too? Seward rawks.
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LilBabyPissmouth
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8/7/2005 at 15:50 |
I was convinced that if I fell asleep I would stop breathing and die.
Well, I did. Stop breathing, that is. Atleast, I think I did.
Then I tried to eat a bowl of fruit loops and my mouth kept moving all over my head so I couldn't get em in.
I then had the epiphany, "Oh, shit I'm tripping balls."
I was ok after that, but have never touched paper since.
Why is it always the bad times and never the good that we remember?
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PunjabDickenson
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8/7/2005 at 20:46 |
Dumbskull: PunjabDickenson: 30 BUCKS A HIT? jeez.
The last time i tripped wasn't memorable at all... there was one time though... about 5 years ago... it was early afternoon... and just getting to be cold out... but not so cold u could see your breath... i was alone in the house, my mom's place... and had some blott left... don't remember how many... but it took them... it had to have been the week after halloween or something like that ... that was a very memorable halloween... well i jump in the shower and decide "hey, I'm gonna skate down to the CVS and buy more shampoo" so i grab muh deck and get goin and i start trippin BALLS about a block before i get to the damned pharmacy. I didn't forget i was trippin... i was havin a blast. geeked out in the store and thankful to get back outside... and then i realize it's all uphill back to the house... uphill followed by a few short blocks of flat. so i get to it... and finally after walking 20 miles 30 feet deep wet cement with flip flops on... on a 200 degree weather day... i can see the house on Olney Street. I'm standing in front of, sweet mercy, a funeral parlor, dying. I could feel the blood rushing to my feet, dragging me down, sucking the life out of me, those bastards trying to steal my life force!!! so. I lay on the sidewalk. unable to go any further. Dead. and guess who pulls up in a shiny new car? the piggies! oh wonderful sight... jesus christ almighty, i'm gonna shit myself if i d on't think fast... "I dont know what happenned i was fine when i left the house... it's only right there i just need a ride i feel so weak i can't stand up... HOSPITAL?! oh no my mom will be home any minute i called her back there from the payphone... i don't remember fainting... " the muther fucker's shining his flashlight in my eyes... I'm sweating jets and it's only like 50 degrees... sigh... mad pale... hahHAHAHA... .well the cop gave me a ride to the house... I GOT AWAY WITH TRIPPIN FACE AND GOT A RIDE FROM 5-0!!! a proud moment. cheers!
How come I have to find out all the funny stuff here? Or were you afraid I would have laughed at you or found you on the sidewalk and wanted to take pictures?
[Edited on 7/8/2005 by Dumbskull]
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BeachGoat
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8/7/2005 at 20:51 |
Whoa, you fuckers have some serious issues to settle before you try to take ANY psychedelics! Taking that type of psychtheraputic will literally bring the skeletons from your closet, and in at least one case I'm reading, BAD BONES!
If you are having a bad experience:
A) You are not at peace with your inner self. Don't trip when you are fucked up with yourself. Not a good idea.
B) You have Bad Chemicals. What you were given turned out to be one of the mant permutations of speed or PCP or isolysergic compounds or designer dope. Real live LSD does not cause physical distress AT ALL. You barely feel it come on, and suddenly everything is very unusual. No distress, trouble breathing, weakness of limbs, accelerated heart, any of that. If you do, BAD DOPE!
c) Bad environment. I have had the place I'm in ruin an otherwise pleasant experience. (like being at work, or in jail, or in a riot breathing tear gas) Pick a spot away from people (one or two at most) keep one sober attendant to dial 911 or drive in case somebody falls down and bumps their noggin, and play friendly music with simple intricasies. Angry shit is a bummer.
I'm sorry that some of you guys aren't having a good time with it all. Might I suggest a milder, purer form such as Baby Wood Rose , that has LSA , an organic form that is vivid but mild. I usually put 12-20 per person into a blender and powder them up dry first, then make like a shake to chug the seed meal quick. This method takes about an hour and a half to two to start to come on, peaking at four hours, and lasting up to twelve. The only drawbacks are sometimes an acidic tummy (rolaids or tums fixes it) and the thick, concrete turd the next day. Extracts are a pain in the butt, and you can poison yourself with the solvents if you don't know what you're doing or you're impatient.
I like to fry. Its a clearing of clutter for me, a time of complete self honesty. I have a higher dimension of understanding for days after. If I pay attention, I can remember the epiphinies (silent farts) and visions and apply them to my daily life, making them actual life change before the revealation fades. Its a good medicine for some. its a good medicine for me.
But I'm not like other people. And it's not pleasant to be near me when I'm not medicated.
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shitbox
my balls your chin, get used to that idea SSHOLEPosts: 979 Registered: 1/9/2005 Offline
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8/7/2005 at 21:03 |
ghostrider:
...Melting, spinning, losing(weed,money,keys,friend) yet not caring. friend out of it, me driving back home, lost in Milwuakee, two hours from home. driving and drugging not so fun. Ghetto for miles.
I always lose shit when im trippin. Another funny thing is i get dirty, i dont know what LSD and 'Shrooms do but i always end up all dirty and fucked up. Always. I must roll around on the ground, street, etc. Im laughing right now typing this 'cause its funny to me.
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