charlie clean
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I enjoy reading this thread. Lovely posts. I haven't taken acid for decades. I'm a surivor of another generation. Mine was the time of acid tests, where the band played for the spheres not for their fee, and of wizard chemists with faraway eyes handing out firstfuls of free samples at equally free festivals. Or certainly ones where the unmonied could easily sneak through the fence. Soon enough, the undercovers infiltrated and the cops were able to put the acid men down for long stretches. The good acid vanished and 'security' personnel on steroids beat the shite out of anyone dumb enough to try to get into a festival for free. Where they think they are - Rio? Wasn't nothing much happening inside the wire anyhow. Fings aint wot they used to be. But maybe them times is a-changing. Even the legend, the formerly unwashed phenonmenon, feels a change finally coming on
LSD blows open the fabled doors of perception, allows you a glimpse inside. No more. Anyone who thinks they 'know' something beyond that little something, who thinks they're somehow clever and can 'see', is just a fuckhead. Acid casualty. All you're seeing is the drug working. You want to look behind the door some more, to linger further, you have to work on it.
I've been on a heroin script for around 20 years. Don't stop reading. I'm no fucking junkie. I'm as clean as you are. Maybe cleaner because I've a few years in on most of you, that's all. When I was younger, I'd cross the road to avoid a heroin user, couldn't figure they were anywhere at all. There was a token 'registered addict' at the internationalpeops-style commune I sometimes frequented but we didn't really trust him with our secrets. Maybe we were too affected by the media image. He used to protest, say he was just a different aspect, we were all in this together. Been hearing that phrase an awful lot lately. Makes me think.
That work I mentioned a paragraph back? That's why I fancy I took to the heroin. I'm an annonymous but saw no reason I shouldn't be like John and Yoko, taking to the smack ''to celebrate ourselves as artists ". Benefit myself and everyone else. I'd never normally dream of saying such things but these are strange times. I care for everyone and mind operates only for solutions. For all his loot and fame Lennon couldn't get the pure stuff. When he got back and went for a walk a decade later, someone blew him away. Funny, innit?
Saw a seriously splattered and battered Peter Green on tv the other night. Glad he's sorta back. The Green Manalishi loved his LSD. Brilliant guitar player, ahead of Clapton. Maybe more sensitive than other cheery goodtimers of Fleetwood Mac. Couldn't quite 'make it through the beer'. He paid a heavy price for going too far too fast. Tv reported how he wanted to feed Biafra without the orgainsation, spaced-out klutz wanted to airdrop cheese sarnis or something. Nutted off, poisoned by dim mind-docs and anti-psychotics till a clearheaded young journalist saw the obvious everyone else misses and got him outta there a decade later. Did a younger-generation acid head or someone pull Brian Wilson half back as well? It's hard to tell from the newpapers.
Oldtime mystics, the type who spent decades living in Himalayan caves and sitting at the feet of masters, decried the acid kids as spurious short cut artists. Babyboomers. If it was the zeitgeist of too-quick answers, what the fuck is the heroin? I think Pynchon is right - an increasingly concerned nature has pressed unknowing drifters into its service for purpose yet to be revealed. A second wave of the otherwise dead and the rubbish, maybe. Love and peace comes fro the oddest shadows. Churchill wrote that wars for future empire will be fought on the battlefields of the mind - I think he's being shown to be right too. Now. Look around if you're neither blinkered nor pie-eyed. Of course war is over if you want it. Peace for peace.
If you want to read my story its on another thread but, in short, somebody is messing with what you could term my natural progress. By taking away the legal heroin I've responsibly used without problem all this time. Coming off will obviously disrupt my functionability for years to come but it seems whoever it is want more money - I think they're nuts or greedy or both. It takes a little getting your head round my 'point', to 'see' from your perceptive positions the validity of mine. We all live under time. Love and peace hasn't kept upwith technological advances. It's made some people so fucking crazy they think it's a terrorist slogan. One of the greatest achievements of the repressive culture has been to divide what was once called the counter one with drugs. (A deliberate lexical ambiguity there, for the technically minded) Pot heads look down on smack heads who look down on speed freaks who look down on downer slobs who just look down. Someone has got you calling heroin users junkies when the real garbage are the people who like, and have got, you thinking that way. There's nothing criminal, nothing ugly about a poppy. You wear one in the UK on Rememrance Day for all the war dead.
These people who want to mess with me have the power and the money. They don't know what they're doing or why they're doing it. They may think they do, but they don't. Mainly because they do things for allthe wrong reasons. Like people who think they know. They're afraid, think short above the waist, and believe they're higher on the food chain than I am. Unlike the residents of Thanatoid City, they like to eat. Possibly, they think a little of their fear will help me. If I don't buckle down and do as they say, they'll to all intents and purposes put me in the pot. Bad trip. It's how it is in the UK now. Cry the beloved country. I don't think decreeing any life any more or less important than any other should be allowed. But I can't jump on an Easyjet to Ibiza. No 'one fast move or I'm gone' option.
Oh yes, they'd put you other suspect drugusers into the gaolhouse or cemetry too if you can't get resolved all these ego-conflicts in time. Any inspired, even psychedelic ideas are welcome. Where are the Merry Pranksters of the new milennium?
Don't take it over-seriously, the sun is shining. Shame two more of 'our boys' die in vain in Afghanistan on St Valentine's Day. Buy a poppy, stick it in your button-hole. Never mind, there's a nice wedding coming soon, you'll have a day off. I look forward to the flowers dancing in the street. Keep on rocking in Freedonia, it's life and life only.
LSD blows open the fabled doors of perception, allows you a glimpse inside. No more. Anyone who thinks they 'know' something beyond that little something, who thinks they're somehow clever and can 'see', is just a fuckhead. Acid casualty. All you're seeing is the drug working. You want to look behind the door some more, to linger further, you have to work on it.
I've been on a heroin script for around 20 years. Don't stop reading. I'm no fucking junkie. I'm as clean as you are. Maybe cleaner because I've a few years in on most of you, that's all. When I was younger, I'd cross the road to avoid a heroin user, couldn't figure they were anywhere at all. There was a token 'registered addict' at the internationalpeops-style commune I sometimes frequented but we didn't really trust him with our secrets. Maybe we were too affected by the media image. He used to protest, say he was just a different aspect, we were all in this together. Been hearing that phrase an awful lot lately. Makes me think.
That work I mentioned a paragraph back? That's why I fancy I took to the heroin. I'm an annonymous but saw no reason I shouldn't be like John and Yoko, taking to the smack ''to celebrate ourselves as artists ". Benefit myself and everyone else. I'd never normally dream of saying such things but these are strange times. I care for everyone and mind operates only for solutions. For all his loot and fame Lennon couldn't get the pure stuff. When he got back and went for a walk a decade later, someone blew him away. Funny, innit?
Saw a seriously splattered and battered Peter Green on tv the other night. Glad he's sorta back. The Green Manalishi loved his LSD. Brilliant guitar player, ahead of Clapton. Maybe more sensitive than other cheery goodtimers of Fleetwood Mac. Couldn't quite 'make it through the beer'. He paid a heavy price for going too far too fast. Tv reported how he wanted to feed Biafra without the orgainsation, spaced-out klutz wanted to airdrop cheese sarnis or something. Nutted off, poisoned by dim mind-docs and anti-psychotics till a clearheaded young journalist saw the obvious everyone else misses and got him outta there a decade later. Did a younger-generation acid head or someone pull Brian Wilson half back as well? It's hard to tell from the newpapers.
Oldtime mystics, the type who spent decades living in Himalayan caves and sitting at the feet of masters, decried the acid kids as spurious short cut artists. Babyboomers. If it was the zeitgeist of too-quick answers, what the fuck is the heroin? I think Pynchon is right - an increasingly concerned nature has pressed unknowing drifters into its service for purpose yet to be revealed. A second wave of the otherwise dead and the rubbish, maybe. Love and peace comes fro the oddest shadows. Churchill wrote that wars for future empire will be fought on the battlefields of the mind - I think he's being shown to be right too. Now. Look around if you're neither blinkered nor pie-eyed. Of course war is over if you want it. Peace for peace.
If you want to read my story its on another thread but, in short, somebody is messing with what you could term my natural progress. By taking away the legal heroin I've responsibly used without problem all this time. Coming off will obviously disrupt my functionability for years to come but it seems whoever it is want more money - I think they're nuts or greedy or both. It takes a little getting your head round my 'point', to 'see' from your perceptive positions the validity of mine. We all live under time. Love and peace hasn't kept upwith technological advances. It's made some people so fucking crazy they think it's a terrorist slogan. One of the greatest achievements of the repressive culture has been to divide what was once called the counter one with drugs. (A deliberate lexical ambiguity there, for the technically minded) Pot heads look down on smack heads who look down on speed freaks who look down on downer slobs who just look down. Someone has got you calling heroin users junkies when the real garbage are the people who like, and have got, you thinking that way. There's nothing criminal, nothing ugly about a poppy. You wear one in the UK on Rememrance Day for all the war dead.
These people who want to mess with me have the power and the money. They don't know what they're doing or why they're doing it. They may think they do, but they don't. Mainly because they do things for allthe wrong reasons. Like people who think they know. They're afraid, think short above the waist, and believe they're higher on the food chain than I am. Unlike the residents of Thanatoid City, they like to eat. Possibly, they think a little of their fear will help me. If I don't buckle down and do as they say, they'll to all intents and purposes put me in the pot. Bad trip. It's how it is in the UK now. Cry the beloved country. I don't think decreeing any life any more or less important than any other should be allowed. But I can't jump on an Easyjet to Ibiza. No 'one fast move or I'm gone' option.
Oh yes, they'd put you other suspect drugusers into the gaolhouse or cemetry too if you can't get resolved all these ego-conflicts in time. Any inspired, even psychedelic ideas are welcome. Where are the Merry Pranksters of the new milennium?
Don't take it over-seriously, the sun is shining. Shame two more of 'our boys' die in vain in Afghanistan on St Valentine's Day. Buy a poppy, stick it in your button-hole. Never mind, there's a nice wedding coming soon, you'll have a day off. I look forward to the flowers dancing in the street. Keep on rocking in Freedonia, it's life and life only.
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may start increasing my dose on them as i would like to see these at full capacity from a double drop 
). Fields, warehouses and woodlands without a licence tend to be more the case. And much fun they are too. Partying + psyches = funkyswirls and funtimes whatever the date 