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Acid + Me = Heaven then Hell
I took acid at a beach party. It was awesome at the time, lying on the beach with rocks on my chest and arms, feeling the energy, man. Bawling my eyes out the next day as if everyone I love had been slaughtered with a rusty hacksaw was not so good, though.
(Fri 17th Sep 2010, 0:57, More)
Acid + Me = Heaven then Hell
I took acid at a beach party. It was awesome at the time, lying on the beach with rocks on my chest and arms, feeling the energy, man. Bawling my eyes out the next day as if everyone I love had been slaughtered with a rusty hacksaw was not so good, though.
(Fri 17th Sep 2010, 0:57, More)
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Salvia
The guy on Youtube doing Driving on Salvia got me interested, as did the spiritual aspects which some people talk about. I got hold of some, got a bong, picked my weekend and did a cone, holding the smoke for about 20 seconds. About 30 seconds later the visuals started. When I moved my arm in front of my face it was like the strobe effect you see on 80s videos with trails of anything moving (or like mouse trails in Windows settings). Then it got really weird. I'd never had visuals when I'd taken acid and magic mushrooms, so it really freaked me out. What I could see, and also, from my perspective, reality, began to fold itself like corrugated tin. I became quite panicked, thinking I'd fucked up my brain for good and should call an ambulance or get the guy in the downstairs flat to do it for me so I stood up, realized walking would be a problem, sat down again, shoved the heels of my hands into my eyes and repeated to myself, "It will be over in a few minutes," trying to believe it. "Just relax. It will be okay."
It was okay. After just a few minutes normal reality resumed. It was fairly weak stuff as well, so I don't reckon I'd try any of the stronger stuff. This was over a year ago and I've still got some left and might one day try some again, knowing what it will be like. But I'll have some chillout music and a sober friend with me.
(Fri 17th Sep 2010, 1:12, More)
Salvia
The guy on Youtube doing Driving on Salvia got me interested, as did the spiritual aspects which some people talk about. I got hold of some, got a bong, picked my weekend and did a cone, holding the smoke for about 20 seconds. About 30 seconds later the visuals started. When I moved my arm in front of my face it was like the strobe effect you see on 80s videos with trails of anything moving (or like mouse trails in Windows settings). Then it got really weird. I'd never had visuals when I'd taken acid and magic mushrooms, so it really freaked me out. What I could see, and also, from my perspective, reality, began to fold itself like corrugated tin. I became quite panicked, thinking I'd fucked up my brain for good and should call an ambulance or get the guy in the downstairs flat to do it for me so I stood up, realized walking would be a problem, sat down again, shoved the heels of my hands into my eyes and repeated to myself, "It will be over in a few minutes," trying to believe it. "Just relax. It will be okay."
It was okay. After just a few minutes normal reality resumed. It was fairly weak stuff as well, so I don't reckon I'd try any of the stronger stuff. This was over a year ago and I've still got some left and might one day try some again, knowing what it will be like. But I'll have some chillout music and a sober friend with me.
(Fri 17th Sep 2010, 1:12, More)
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Hot and stoned in the Dam
My vegetarian brother lived in Amsterdam for a few years and the first time I went to visit it was a very hot June weekend. I wasn't used to not eating meat. We decided that I would borrow his flatmate's bike and we'd go riding around, seeing the sights and checking out the cafés.
Now, what my bro's flatmate neglected to tell us was that his bike had a slow puncture which he had to keep pumping up with the pump he carried in his bag - i.e. not with the bike. We realized this after enjoying a few types of café and a few beers. My bro wasn't sure where to find a bike repair shop so we wandered around for what felt like hours, and might well have actually been hours, in the blistering sun.
With no luck, we went for a smoke. Then we were on our way to find some food when my bro saw one of his mates down the road. "Greg!" he shouted. He introduced me, said, "Fancy a smoke?" to which Greg replied, "Well, I've just had one. Go on then."
I don't know when to stop when I smoke, and this stuff was much much stronger than the shit I used to get in Wales. I remember being perched on a bar stool kind cos the comfy sofas were ocupied, thinking, "I think I'll rest my eyes for a few seconds." I then felt like I was retreating rapidly backwards through a dark tunnel. I awoke with my head between my knees and my bro looking very worried.
The café guy gave me an orange juice and a lecture. He was cool. He also called me out of the toilet where I'd been for some time wondering why nothing was coming out of my extremely relaxed sphincta.
When I'd recovered and my bro asked what I wanted for food, I said, "Chicken!"
(Fri 17th Sep 2010, 0:50, More)
Hot and stoned in the Dam
My vegetarian brother lived in Amsterdam for a few years and the first time I went to visit it was a very hot June weekend. I wasn't used to not eating meat. We decided that I would borrow his flatmate's bike and we'd go riding around, seeing the sights and checking out the cafés.
Now, what my bro's flatmate neglected to tell us was that his bike had a slow puncture which he had to keep pumping up with the pump he carried in his bag - i.e. not with the bike. We realized this after enjoying a few types of café and a few beers. My bro wasn't sure where to find a bike repair shop so we wandered around for what felt like hours, and might well have actually been hours, in the blistering sun.
With no luck, we went for a smoke. Then we were on our way to find some food when my bro saw one of his mates down the road. "Greg!" he shouted. He introduced me, said, "Fancy a smoke?" to which Greg replied, "Well, I've just had one. Go on then."
I don't know when to stop when I smoke, and this stuff was much much stronger than the shit I used to get in Wales. I remember being perched on a bar stool kind cos the comfy sofas were ocupied, thinking, "I think I'll rest my eyes for a few seconds." I then felt like I was retreating rapidly backwards through a dark tunnel. I awoke with my head between my knees and my bro looking very worried.
The café guy gave me an orange juice and a lecture. He was cool. He also called me out of the toilet where I'd been for some time wondering why nothing was coming out of my extremely relaxed sphincta.
When I'd recovered and my bro asked what I wanted for food, I said, "Chicken!"
(Fri 17th Sep 2010, 0:50, More)