acid and k: this sort of thing is my bag baby!
i was having a really good trip with a couple of first timers (bearing in mind that i'm no old hand), enjoying them trying to describe how they felt and what they were seeing, and watching their housemates getting increasing pissed off by this.
my friend has loads of candles and she set them up all over the room. the halflight really helped to promote visuals for me as i had to concentrate that little bit hard to see anything clearly and my mind was filling in the gaps. since the candle flames were constantly flickering our shadows kept leaping all over the walls and added to their already fairly constant motion. we burned some opium incense which was good and it was extremely amusing to watch one friend establish a complex drainage system between the candles using josticks as tools. illuminated by the flames he looked like something out of The Brothers Grimm, a sort of kindly elflin god. i was in awe. a few tunes later our non-tripping friends went up to bed which kind of relaxed the atomsphere since the group were now all on the same level.
much to my chagrin i wasn't in charge of the stereo. revolver was doing my head in so i decided to mix things up with a generous line of K (i'd estimate between 75 and 100 mg). it went down alright and i felt generally nice, like you do on K for the first five minutes, then...bang, visuals, big time. i was getting escher like patterns on carpet (the little lizards) and sparkling particles in the air anyway but the ket seemed to sort of split reality. i was looking along the edge of the table i was leaning on and that became like an axis that the room folded on. i looked over to my friends on the sofa and edge of that became another axis. a few more like the right angle of two walls made there own impression and i was seeing the whole room in kalidescopic vision. patterns, fractals were coming out of the air, warping themselves around me. i had to concentrate on keeping my head still so the movement didn't make me sick. apparently i looked pretty twisted, i felt like i'd begun to lose my grip on everything. my friends asked me how i felt and i couldn't find the words. the effort of trying to communicate was too hard and i felt really nauseous. i managed to stumble into the bathroom, completely oblivious to my friends and vomited into the sink. i dry retched for a minute but then remembered that i had eaten something an hour before hand and that it was just the k reacting with some mini cheddars. i was feeling really hot so i took my top off. i then felt really cold so i tried to put it back on but i got lost inside and it took me about 10 minutes to work out how to put it on properly (stupid!). i looked in the mirror and that freaked me out so i stumbled back out of the bathroom and back to my friends. i was relieved that they hadn't noticed my absence, though by my reckoning most of the album had played through. they asked if they could do some ket aswell but i said that it was a pretty rough ride and i'd be more comfortable if they didn't. they happily agreed which was very cool, it was that sort of trip, you know? i came back to reality in time for tomorrow never knows, which has NEVER sounded sooo good. we followed that up with 1983 a merman i should turn to be from hendrix's electric ladyland, good sober, fantastic now. we decided to really push the boundary with some fucked music, namely sonic youth's SYR 5. all my friends hate sonic youth but their recent free jazz escapades were built for this. olive's horn rocked my world. unnatural sounds erupting out of the vacuum, my mind went blank trying to follow the music. i was forced to experience rather than interpret and i felt strongly seperated from my friends. weirded out, put pleased we'd done it we retired upstairs where it was darker.
i never normally listen to classical music but i can't imagine anything better for that moment than beethoven's moonlight sonata. we layed in silence through the first movement which was so peaceful and the second part was simply amazing. independently awkward notes just deflected eachother perfectly (i don't have the musicically terminology for this), i started to visualize the cascading notes like proud seahorses, those chests burst open with drawers and leaves of paper sprung from these and just fluttered in front of me. i'm now making a point of listening to radio 3 each night before bedtime. to ground us all we capped that off with frank zappa's cheep thrills, which was hilarious a really brough us together. we spent the remained of trip just chatting about really abstract things like love and literature. i think the best thing about this trip was that it didn't get Heavy like some trips do. i feel asleep about 7 in the morning having been up for the last 48 hours. my companions had to go do some family things (brave people) and the next day was made all the better because they managed to pull it off completely.
the ket made the acid about 100 times more visual. i've never had visuals off ket before then but with the 'cid, it was truly special. i wasn't particulary dissociated either, it was just really difficult to walk. i got VERY confused though, my friends said i looked "eternally perplexed", imagine The Thinker but looking completely lost with a much more furrowed brow. highly recommended. i took several relationships to a new level and i thank the acid for allowing relative strangers to be comfortable with eachother. peace.
btw, what happened to the search function?
[This message has been edited by eight (edited 17 December 2000).]
i was having a really good trip with a couple of first timers (bearing in mind that i'm no old hand), enjoying them trying to describe how they felt and what they were seeing, and watching their housemates getting increasing pissed off by this.
my friend has loads of candles and she set them up all over the room. the halflight really helped to promote visuals for me as i had to concentrate that little bit hard to see anything clearly and my mind was filling in the gaps. since the candle flames were constantly flickering our shadows kept leaping all over the walls and added to their already fairly constant motion. we burned some opium incense which was good and it was extremely amusing to watch one friend establish a complex drainage system between the candles using josticks as tools. illuminated by the flames he looked like something out of The Brothers Grimm, a sort of kindly elflin god. i was in awe. a few tunes later our non-tripping friends went up to bed which kind of relaxed the atomsphere since the group were now all on the same level.
much to my chagrin i wasn't in charge of the stereo. revolver was doing my head in so i decided to mix things up with a generous line of K (i'd estimate between 75 and 100 mg). it went down alright and i felt generally nice, like you do on K for the first five minutes, then...bang, visuals, big time. i was getting escher like patterns on carpet (the little lizards) and sparkling particles in the air anyway but the ket seemed to sort of split reality. i was looking along the edge of the table i was leaning on and that became like an axis that the room folded on. i looked over to my friends on the sofa and edge of that became another axis. a few more like the right angle of two walls made there own impression and i was seeing the whole room in kalidescopic vision. patterns, fractals were coming out of the air, warping themselves around me. i had to concentrate on keeping my head still so the movement didn't make me sick. apparently i looked pretty twisted, i felt like i'd begun to lose my grip on everything. my friends asked me how i felt and i couldn't find the words. the effort of trying to communicate was too hard and i felt really nauseous. i managed to stumble into the bathroom, completely oblivious to my friends and vomited into the sink. i dry retched for a minute but then remembered that i had eaten something an hour before hand and that it was just the k reacting with some mini cheddars. i was feeling really hot so i took my top off. i then felt really cold so i tried to put it back on but i got lost inside and it took me about 10 minutes to work out how to put it on properly (stupid!). i looked in the mirror and that freaked me out so i stumbled back out of the bathroom and back to my friends. i was relieved that they hadn't noticed my absence, though by my reckoning most of the album had played through. they asked if they could do some ket aswell but i said that it was a pretty rough ride and i'd be more comfortable if they didn't. they happily agreed which was very cool, it was that sort of trip, you know? i came back to reality in time for tomorrow never knows, which has NEVER sounded sooo good. we followed that up with 1983 a merman i should turn to be from hendrix's electric ladyland, good sober, fantastic now. we decided to really push the boundary with some fucked music, namely sonic youth's SYR 5. all my friends hate sonic youth but their recent free jazz escapades were built for this. olive's horn rocked my world. unnatural sounds erupting out of the vacuum, my mind went blank trying to follow the music. i was forced to experience rather than interpret and i felt strongly seperated from my friends. weirded out, put pleased we'd done it we retired upstairs where it was darker.
i never normally listen to classical music but i can't imagine anything better for that moment than beethoven's moonlight sonata. we layed in silence through the first movement which was so peaceful and the second part was simply amazing. independently awkward notes just deflected eachother perfectly (i don't have the musicically terminology for this), i started to visualize the cascading notes like proud seahorses, those chests burst open with drawers and leaves of paper sprung from these and just fluttered in front of me. i'm now making a point of listening to radio 3 each night before bedtime. to ground us all we capped that off with frank zappa's cheep thrills, which was hilarious a really brough us together. we spent the remained of trip just chatting about really abstract things like love and literature. i think the best thing about this trip was that it didn't get Heavy like some trips do. i feel asleep about 7 in the morning having been up for the last 48 hours. my companions had to go do some family things (brave people) and the next day was made all the better because they managed to pull it off completely.
the ket made the acid about 100 times more visual. i've never had visuals off ket before then but with the 'cid, it was truly special. i wasn't particulary dissociated either, it was just really difficult to walk. i got VERY confused though, my friends said i looked "eternally perplexed", imagine The Thinker but looking completely lost with a much more furrowed brow. highly recommended. i took several relationships to a new level and i thank the acid for allowing relative strangers to be comfortable with eachother. peace.
btw, what happened to the search function?
[This message has been edited by eight (edited 17 December 2000).]
