A reliable percentage of the human population are born with a gene which is linked to certain mental disorders - the most popularly known of which is permanent paranoid schizophrenia. Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn.
In certain people, the chemical will trigger that gene into action and you'll induce permanent psychosis. (Take that shit round the bend son)
Although thats a trippy thought - OTHER people can take as many trips as they want though and always come back 100% afterward (even if they have the gene). The gene will stay dormant. (Good for y'all other people!!!)
I'm not saying dont try it - My point is this:
Its a risk, and you wont know it will fuck with your dome until you've tried it out.
Acid: It really peels you back and exposes yourself to yourself. You see you for what you are and not what you think you are or would like to think about yourself.
kinda like in "the neverending story" with that mirror that exposes your true self.
i've had a bad trip on mushrooms before, but i think it was leftover feelings from the horror trip i had on acid two weeks before that. and watching a jean claude van damm movie.
myself and 2 roommates were home and they decided to drop around 7pm. i was still very unsure and nervous about doing it, so i held off until I decided to take the plunge about 15 minutes after my roommates. i put the blotter on my tongue and i went upstairs immediately to take a shower (blotter still in my mouth). i looked in the mirror and started to get very nervous. my roommates told me its best to swallow the blotter, but at this point i was a little freaked out and decided that 4-5 minutes of tasting this stuff was enough so i spit it out into the toilet, took a shower, and came back downstairs.
by now i started to become more comfortable and the nervous energy turned into a light body buzz. my one roommate who is an acid vet was already tripping hard and seeing visuals. there was a very positive energy in the room and i actually began to regret spitting the blotter out instead of taking it full on. my roommates and I hung out, DJing, laying around, walking around, laughing hysterically. by this time all the nervous energy had turned into a warm positive feeling and there were no worries.
around 9pm i still hadnt seen any visual and wasn't experiencing much besides the body buzz, so we all decided to take another 1/2 hit. after putting the 1/2 hit on my tongue i really felt the first hit start to kick in. i started to get really warm and a little uncomfortable so i decided to spit this latest 1/2 hit out as well, even though i'd earlier promised myself i would swallow it. we continued to just hang out, going between the main level (warm) and the basement (cold) while we all took turns selecting the music. there was some endtroducing, music for airports, flaming lips, casino vs. japan, and other random stuff. the only album we were able to listen to for its duration was 'bibio - fi'. i don't know if any of you are hip, but it hit the spot dead on.
at 10 i was no longer worried about the last 1/2 hit and i could 100% focus on just enjoying the trip. i found myself alone in the main level where the music was while my roommates were both in the basement. in an effort to force myself to see visuals i stared at the carpet. standing there looking down i began to feel weightless, as if gravity had suddenly disappeared. in a rash decision i can't recall consciously making, i decided to go for a full on handstand (something i've never been able to do). i reached down and lifted myself into the air and found i could stay upright as long as i wished, at least until the headrush became too much to bare. i started to jump around out of sheer excitement for being alive and feeling so great. i felt like relaxing and trying to focus on some visuals for a little bit, but was still excited about the energy in my body so i reached for my toes again and stood with my legs straight, trying to get my palms as close to the ground as possible. i did this for about 10 minutes when i realized that i felt like i was watching a movie and my arms were not under my control. i stared, fascinated by this for another couple minutes and then decided to move onto something else.
around 11 i decided i was good enough for some time by myself, so i retreated to my room upstairs. this is where i first began to see visuals. i went over to the stereo to turn it on and out of the corner of my eye i thought i saw the wall begin to cave in. i played with this for a little bit and realized that i could control the contours of the walls by deep-breathing. if i took a deep breath and held it in the walls would tighten and the bumps would accentuate, almost like a lung contracting. once i released the breath the walls relaxed and became flat again. i then looked up to my records above on the wall and they appeared translucent. i could clearly see straight through them into the wall. i then decided to lay on my bed and stare at my stucco ceiling for about another 1/2 hour, which was awesome.
one of my roommates decided he wanted to call a cab and go downtown to see some live music which i was totally not down for. this was the first real downer of the night. despite my pleading otherwise, he left, and it was down to myself and my other roommate. it was now around 12 and i felt like i might be coming down, so i set out to experience everything i could before the trip was over. i told my roommate i would be back soon, and i headed outside into our icy, urban neighborhood. the snow sparkled like i had never seen before and i can recall at times looking down and thinking i could see the stars on the other side of earth as if the world was translucent (similar to the records). i walked under a street light and immediately was filled with an amazing warm feeling. the light was so bright and the affect on the snow was stunning. i wanted to just sit outside for the remainder of the trip alone, but cars were passing by and i started to worry someone was going to stop and ask me what i was doing out this late in the freezing cold. so i retraced my steps back to my house. i had only walked a block or so away but i began to get worried and the house seemed far away. then all of a sudden i looked to my left and there was a house on a little snowy hill, with smoke coming out of its chimney into a clear blue sky, with a full moon hanging right above it. so perfect.
i made it back to the house OK and my roommate was there to greet me immediately. he made up his mind that he too wanted to go out for a walk so he bundled up and we set out for a nearby bridge, walking in the opposite direction i had before. we began walking up the bridge when we saw 3 bright lights to our left heading our way from the underpass. once we got closer to the apex we realized it was a train, moving perpendicular to us, coming closer and closer. we hurried so we could be right above it when it passed below us and i remember the excitement was extremely intense. the bridge was only about 30ft high or so, so the train was very close underneath us. as it drew closer i could see it was moving very fast, and right before it passed underneath the conductor blew the horn and scared the shit out of me so much i almost fell over the bridge. i laughed it off while the hard winds caused by the train froze my face. we stood and watched until the entire train had passed, both agreed that it was an awesome event, and then set out to return to the house as if we had originally left for the sole purpose of seeing the train. lots of universal philosophy mumbo-jumbo talk on the way back, but it was cool.
i tried going to sleep like 3 times, but decided to just hang out downstairs and watch vh1 classic. woke up today with a minor headache, but not much else.
...the whole trip was exactly what i expected a shroom trip would be like. it was some mild acid, but i expected to see independent visuals (new objects manifesting that weren't even there) not just patterns and morphing. it was exactly the right amount, though, and allowed me to stay comfortable throughout the whole trip.
here's some stuff my roommates and i drew:
backpacker dude my roommate drew. he has been doing comics and drawing in general since he was a youngin', so he just did this up real quick.
1/2 finished dragon/mountain i began to draw but couldn't finish.
crazy dr seuss-ish joint i drew just as everything was starting to kick in.
narnia lion my other roommate drew. he claims he can't get it out of his mind and he's dreamt about it for the past week.
the whole poster with all the drawings. i remember someone asking what the distributive property was at one point, so i wrote down an example of what i could recall. the whole poster actually makes sense in a crazy way, as the dr. seuss thing was drawn, then the narnia lion, then the distributive property, and my roommate decided to combine it all to make the backpacker dude. hard to explain.
now im gonna go watch the browns stumble and fall to the raida's.
Me and my friend did acid for the first time together, it was ok, the other dude we did it with was also a mutual friend, but I didn't really trust the dude, so my first trip was not so great, but I wouldn't say bad. I just sat in my room for 8 hours in the dark my mind running like crazy.. It was actually kinda cool..
anyway back to my friend, we had sorta grown apart over the next year or so, he had actually gotten real big in to acid and started doing it like everyday, I think acid can have an accumulative effect if you do it that often. So one day dude comes over to the house to smoke a blunt, he told me he had just come from a job interview, but he was in sweats and a tee-shirt, he said he had been up all night, and then had driven out to a local hiking spot in the middle of the night and hike up a mountain to watch the sun rise (by himself), he didn't get the job. About a week later I went to get him at his house, he was having problems with his mom. He goes on to tell me that he believes that his parents molested him while he was an infant, and he only realized this while tripping, he confronted both his mom and dad about it, and they tell him they want him to go to rehab. He also told me in the car he believed he was the second coming of Jesus. I didn't really talk to him that much after that, I would call but he was never home, etc. He stopped dropping soon after that, he is doing alot better now, got a wife and kid.. I had know this dude for years before that, I would have NEVER thought he would go thought that. Acid really can fuck you up, if you use irresponsibly.
P.S. when I would fry I used to smoke weed like CRAZY like a 1/4 bag easy between me and another dude. I would be hungry and weed would be my food, anyone else get that?
Just thinking the same thing. Tried Acid prolly 5 times in high school until a party in '94. Bunch of us just chillin watching videos when the Murder Was The Case shit comes on. Yeah, I freaked out... Have no idea why. Sat under dude's kitchen table for like 3 hours. Haven't done it since. It's definitely about location, location, location.
For some reason I feel really dirty looking at your avatar.
sidenote: i tried walking on my hands again today and couldn't do it. insane.
also, last night was the most depressed i've been in a while. it was an OK trip, but the feeling afterward was just horrible. like something was gone from my life and i didn't know what to do. definitely not doing acid again and don't recommend it.
sidenote: i tried walking on my hands again today and couldn't do it. insane.
also, last night was the most depressed i've been in a while. it was an OK trip, but the feeling afterward was just horrible. like something was gone from my life and i didn't know what to do. definitely not doing acid again and don't recommend it.
ya, i feel better now, but it was pretty bad. you guys don't have to say 'i told you so', though, i considered all your advice and went into it knowing what could happen.
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ONE[/b] medical fact missing from this thraed.
A reliable percentage of the human population are born with a gene which is linked to certain mental disorders - the most popularly known of which is permanent paranoid schizophrenia. Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn.
In certain people, the chemical will trigger that gene into action and you'll induce permanent psychosis. (Take that shit round the bend son)
Although thats a trippy thought - OTHER people can take as many trips as they want though and always come back 100% afterward (even if they have the gene). The gene will stay dormant. (Good for y'all other people!!!)
I'm not saying dont try it - My point is this:
Its a risk, and you wont know it will fuck with your dome until you've tried it out.
There are safer drugs though.
PAECE
kinda like in "the neverending story" with that mirror that exposes your true self.
i've had a bad trip on mushrooms before, but i think it was leftover feelings from the horror trip i had on acid two weeks before that. and watching a jean claude van damm movie.
myself and 2 roommates were home and they decided to drop around 7pm. i was still very unsure and nervous about doing it, so i held off until I decided to take the plunge about 15 minutes after my roommates. i put the blotter on my tongue and i went upstairs immediately to take a shower (blotter still in my mouth). i looked in the mirror and started to get very nervous. my roommates told me its best to swallow the blotter, but at this point i was a little freaked out and decided that 4-5 minutes of tasting this stuff was enough so i spit it out into the toilet, took a shower, and came back downstairs.
by now i started to become more comfortable and the nervous energy turned into a light body buzz. my one roommate who is an acid vet was already tripping hard and seeing visuals. there was a very positive energy in the room and i actually began to regret spitting the blotter out instead of taking it full on. my roommates and I hung out, DJing, laying around, walking around, laughing hysterically. by this time all the nervous energy had turned into a warm positive feeling and there were no worries.
around 9pm i still hadnt seen any visual and wasn't experiencing much besides the body buzz, so we all decided to take another 1/2 hit. after putting the 1/2 hit on my tongue i really felt the first hit start to kick in. i started to get really warm and a little uncomfortable so i decided to spit this latest 1/2 hit out as well, even though i'd earlier promised myself i would swallow it. we continued to just hang out, going between the main level (warm) and the basement (cold) while we all took turns selecting the music. there was some endtroducing, music for airports, flaming lips, casino vs. japan, and other random stuff. the only album we were able to listen to for its duration was 'bibio - fi'. i don't know if any of you are hip, but it hit the spot dead on.
at 10 i was no longer worried about the last 1/2 hit and i could 100% focus on just enjoying the trip. i found myself alone in the main level where the music was while my roommates were both in the basement. in an effort to force myself to see visuals i stared at the carpet. standing there looking down i began to feel weightless, as if gravity had suddenly disappeared. in a rash decision i can't recall consciously making, i decided to go for a full on handstand (something i've never been able to do). i reached down and lifted myself into the air and found i could stay upright as long as i wished, at least until the headrush became too much to bare. i started to jump around out of sheer excitement for being alive and feeling so great. i felt like relaxing and trying to focus on some visuals for a little bit, but was still excited about the energy in my body so i reached for my toes again and stood with my legs straight, trying to get my palms as close to the ground as possible. i did this for about 10 minutes when i realized that i felt like i was watching a movie and my arms were not under my control. i stared, fascinated by this for another couple minutes and then decided to move onto something else.
around 11 i decided i was good enough for some time by myself, so i retreated to my room upstairs. this is where i first began to see visuals. i went over to the stereo to turn it on and out of the corner of my eye i thought i saw the wall begin to cave in. i played with this for a little bit and realized that i could control the contours of the walls by deep-breathing. if i took a deep breath and held it in the walls would tighten and the bumps would accentuate, almost like a lung contracting. once i released the breath the walls relaxed and became flat again. i then looked up to my records above on the wall and they appeared translucent. i could clearly see straight through them into the wall. i then decided to lay on my bed and stare at my stucco ceiling for about another 1/2 hour, which was awesome.
one of my roommates decided he wanted to call a cab and go downtown to see some live music which i was totally not down for. this was the first real downer of the night. despite my pleading otherwise, he left, and it was down to myself and my other roommate. it was now around 12 and i felt like i might be coming down, so i set out to experience everything i could before the trip was over. i told my roommate i would be back soon, and i headed outside into our icy, urban neighborhood. the snow sparkled like i had never seen before and i can recall at times looking down and thinking i could see the stars on the other side of earth as if the world was translucent (similar to the records). i walked under a street light and immediately was filled with an amazing warm feeling. the light was so bright and the affect on the snow was stunning. i wanted to just sit outside for the remainder of the trip alone, but cars were passing by and i started to worry someone was going to stop and ask me what i was doing out this late in the freezing cold. so i retraced my steps back to my house. i had only walked a block or so away but i began to get worried and the house seemed far away. then all of a sudden i looked to my left and there was a house on a little snowy hill, with smoke coming out of its chimney into a clear blue sky, with a full moon hanging right above it. so perfect.
i made it back to the house OK and my roommate was there to greet me immediately. he made up his mind that he too wanted to go out for a walk so he bundled up and we set out for a nearby bridge, walking in the opposite direction i had before. we began walking up the bridge when we saw 3 bright lights to our left heading our way from the underpass. once we got closer to the apex we realized it was a train, moving perpendicular to us, coming closer and closer. we hurried so we could be right above it when it passed below us and i remember the excitement was extremely intense. the bridge was only about 30ft high or so, so the train was very close underneath us. as it drew closer i could see it was moving very fast, and right before it passed underneath the conductor blew the horn and scared the shit out of me so much i almost fell over the bridge. i laughed it off while the hard winds caused by the train froze my face. we stood and watched until the entire train had passed, both agreed that it was an awesome event, and then set out to return to the house as if we had originally left for the sole purpose of seeing the train. lots of universal philosophy mumbo-jumbo talk on the way back, but it was cool.
i tried going to sleep like 3 times, but decided to just hang out downstairs and watch vh1 classic. woke up today with a minor headache, but not much else.
...the whole trip was exactly what i expected a shroom trip would be like. it was some mild acid, but i expected to see independent visuals (new objects manifesting that weren't even there) not just patterns and morphing. it was exactly the right amount, though, and allowed me to stay comfortable throughout the whole trip.
here's some stuff my roommates and i drew:
backpacker dude my roommate drew. he has been doing comics and drawing in general since he was a youngin', so he just did this up real quick.
1/2 finished dragon/mountain i began to draw but couldn't finish.
crazy dr seuss-ish joint i drew just as everything was starting to kick in.
narnia lion my other roommate drew. he claims he can't get it out of his mind and he's dreamt about it for the past week.
the whole poster with all the drawings. i remember someone asking what the distributive property was at one point, so i wrote down an example of what i could recall. the whole poster actually makes sense in a crazy way, as the dr. seuss thing was drawn, then the narnia lion, then the distributive property, and my roommate decided to combine it all to make the backpacker dude. hard to explain.
now im gonna go watch the browns stumble and fall to the raida's.
Me and my friend did acid for the first time together, it was ok, the other dude we did it with was also a mutual friend, but I didn't really trust the dude, so my first trip was not so great, but I wouldn't say bad. I just sat in my room for 8 hours in the dark my mind running like crazy.. It was actually kinda cool..
anyway back to my friend, we had sorta grown apart over the next year or so, he had actually gotten real big in to acid and started doing it like everyday, I think acid can have an accumulative effect if you do it that often. So one day dude comes over to the house to smoke a blunt, he told me he had just come from a job interview, but he was in sweats and a tee-shirt, he said he had been up all night, and then had driven out to a local hiking spot in the middle of the night and hike up a mountain to watch the sun rise (by himself), he didn't get the job. About a week later I went to get him at his house, he was having problems with his mom. He goes on to tell me that he believes that his parents molested him while he was an infant, and he only realized this while tripping, he confronted both his mom and dad about it, and they tell him they want him to go to rehab. He also told me in the car he believed he was the second coming of Jesus. I didn't really talk to him that much after that, I would call but he was never home, etc. He stopped dropping soon after that, he is doing alot better now, got a wife and kid.. I had know this dude for years before that, I would have NEVER thought he would go thought that. Acid really can fuck you up, if you use irresponsibly.
P.S. when I would fry I used to smoke weed like CRAZY like a 1/4 bag easy between me and another dude. I would be hungry and weed would be my food, anyone else get that?
For some reason I feel really dirty looking at your avatar.
also, last night was the most depressed i've been in a while. it was an OK trip, but the feeling afterward was just horrible. like something was gone from my life and i didn't know what to do. definitely not doing acid again and don't recommend it.