M!$TER-ED
Greenlighter
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- Jun 9, 2025
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I took MDA in the 1970s, up the nose and IV. Snorting MDA was more convenient but the intense rush of intravenous administration was perhaps the most satisfying. Although like most psychedelics MDA is non addictive, however, the desire for the needle and the rush that followed could not be matched by other psychedelics.
There was an abundance of MDA in the 70s. It was the drug of choice for concerts and getting waisted. In 1973, Pink Floyd dark side of the moon tour played in a small venue where I lived and MDA was the catalyst by which I saw the concert. It was one of those once in a lifetime experience that lives with you your entire life.
My parents and brothers went on vacation while I stayed home to work. I did some weird $hit strung out on MDA like going around in circles counter clockwise or willing a grasshopper sitting on my shoulder to move with my mind, the grasshopper shitted on me. Perhaps I made the grasshopper move after all.
Nonetheless, by the time my family returned from vacation I was a total wreck. I remember the last time I used MDA was with my brother after he and my family returned from vacation. We were on separate wavelengths, during the course of highs and lows he would go up as my system went down, when we met somewhere in the middle the experience would intensify. It was like that the entire session.
I didn’t recover for many years but considering the amount of hallucinogens I was taking it is a wonder I am sane at all.
There was an abundance of MDA in the 70s. It was the drug of choice for concerts and getting waisted. In 1973, Pink Floyd dark side of the moon tour played in a small venue where I lived and MDA was the catalyst by which I saw the concert. It was one of those once in a lifetime experience that lives with you your entire life.
My parents and brothers went on vacation while I stayed home to work. I did some weird $hit strung out on MDA like going around in circles counter clockwise or willing a grasshopper sitting on my shoulder to move with my mind, the grasshopper shitted on me. Perhaps I made the grasshopper move after all.
Nonetheless, by the time my family returned from vacation I was a total wreck. I remember the last time I used MDA was with my brother after he and my family returned from vacation. We were on separate wavelengths, during the course of highs and lows he would go up as my system went down, when we met somewhere in the middle the experience would intensify. It was like that the entire session.
I didn’t recover for many years but considering the amount of hallucinogens I was taking it is a wonder I am sane at all.