Debaucherous
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My holdings of memories from burning man are as plentiful as they are hazy. With every day involving atleast 2 substances of abuse (it would just be foolish to go a day without drinking or weed), my experiences are incredibly awesome, but my recollection lacks some detail; but I will do my best damnit:
Bicycle Day
Though lacking the epochal sense of Hoffman's much celebrated ride, the beauty and sheer awe of this adventure was unparalleled in my experience. Myself and lovely lady friend dropped 2 hits of assumed 140microgram tabs of d-lysergic acid diethylamide, or basically some quality acid. We were both slightly hesitant as our last acid trip resulted in utter chaos (see previous acid encounter), but if there's anywhere where you can absolutely lose your shit and no-one will think anything of it... it would be at burning man. We dropped, and so it began again... this time with entirely different results.
We at some lunch, got hydrated, prepped our trip kit, and got things underway. The comeup was much as it always was, a slight discomfort in ones body (almost as if your skin just adjusted shape somehow), not particularly unpleasant, but just an awareness that your physical being feels slightly different. But then the shimmerings of the outlines around objects that i distinctly recalled being much less shimmery began to evidence the LSD creeping its way into my consciousness.
The most interesting part about being exceptionally high on acid at burning man, is the whole place seems to be high on acid. Every person, every tent, camp, crazy patterned blanket, exhibit, art car, everything seems to have psychedelia on the brain. My cohort was in a great deal of back pain so we opted to take a ride to the healers camp and see if we could get some massage done. Apparently all the massage therapists were busy, so acupuncture was the only viable option at that moment. I had never been to acupuncture before, and I wasn't sure how long things took, so I waited patiently for about an hour. She emerged with a slightly pale look on her face, and a new lesson she shared with me "apparently coming up on 3 hits of acid, then getting a bunch of needles stuck into you is a great way to passout". Lesson learned.
We hopped on our bikes and were on our way. There was no doubt the acid was now peaking, as anyone who has done acid before knows with 100% certainty: "that when every fifth word out of your mouth is whoa, dude, shiiiit, and bhahaha" (or some combination thereof)... you are infact high as balls. We passed by all sorts of crazy; people, cars, places.. all of which was toying delightfully with our minds. We got sno-cones, then took pictures with pretty much anything interesting we could find. We biked and biked, and laughed until it hurt, probably covering a good 5 hours on our transports. It's incredibly hard to describe both the experience of acid, and of burning man, so forgive the lack of detail, but a bus shaped like a cat meowed at us, a few hundred naked people made their way by us, we waved and smiled uncontrollably and received only kind faces and free drinks in return.
We decided we needed to approach the temple (google pictures of it for your own reference) and maybe set foot within its hallowed grounds. The visual sensations i was experiencing were nothing less than amazing, the surface of the playa (desert floor) moved like a bunch of wiggling vines under my tires. The ground itself slithered and crawled like a snake, moving up and down and was absolutely beautiful. Everything was shining, my fingers were followed by sparkling tracers everytime i moved them. As we neared the temple it began to morph and wiggle like a mirage, suddenly a light dust-storm kicked up and the temple slowly faded out of view as we rode towards it. In our slightly befuddled state we both stopped and asked if we were still going the right way as the temple was no longer there. We looked around, and realized we couldn't see a thing except slithering ground, dust, and one another. I laughed to myself.. well isn't this pleasant? Being entirely lost in the desert, tripping my face off, with no idea which way to go. We shrugged, decided that if we kept riding in a decently straight line we should hit something at some point that would be near the temple, which was the best line of reason we could construct at that point. A few minutes passed until something so picturesque I could swear there was some CGI invovled; the temple revealed itself from the top slowly to the bottom over the course of a minute. The dust slowly subsided and we both watched as it shimmered itself back into existence.
We decided we had to stop, being inside the temple while sober brought us to tears... on acid it would've been far far far far tooo much to handle. We sat down, and took pictures, and giggled at the absurd people riding by on bikes of all shapes in sizes, in clothes of all colors patterns and existence (or lack thereof). Then we realized we were mostly naked, fucking tired, and the sun was going down. We rode back home expecting to sit down, rest, have a bite to eat, and relax.
That wasn't the case
The biggest dust/wind storm of the week kicked up suddenly, with winds whiting out our vision even metres ahead of us. The domes we had built (2 large tie died geodesic domes), were beginning to do a combination of inflate, lift off, collapse, and bend all at the same time. With the majority of us high on M, lucy, drunk, stoned, K, whatever else; the scene became both insane and slightly comical. Like a bunch of stumbling idiots (some with engineering degrees) we all tried to come up with "solutions" to our problem, with relatively no degree of success. One person was running around snipping holes in the outer layer of our dome like a maniac with scissors "WE NEED TO MAKE WIND TUNNELS! WE NEED TO LET THE AIR OUT!!". Others were adding pipes, duct tape, rope, water jugs, and whatever else we could possibly throw at the domes. I stood there holding a pole... it wasn't really under duress, nor was it a problematic pole, but i just didn't know what else to do in the insanity. My engineering skills were sub-par sober, and the acid unbeknownst to me, didn't actually improve them. So i stood there, holding a pole pretending to help a relatively out of control situation.
My partner in crime yelled at me "what are you doing?!" "Why aren't you helping?!?!" My response: "tell me what to do.. right now... please tell me what to do... if you have anything better for me to do right now just let me know." We both looked at one another... laughed, shrugged, and I continued to hold a pole (no innuendo, but of equal use to the scenario). We then stopped the crazy kid with the scissors from demolishing what little remained of the outside of our tent.
I went over to our cook who apparently during the entire storm was bbqing chicken in his underwear while on his first acid trip. Needless to say I was laughing my ass off as he flipped the chicken, created a greasefire, shrugged, then continued cooking. We took shelter from the storm while he continued to cook, tried to breathe amidst the choking dust. We smoked a joint, sat around, breathed through our scarves, and waited out the winds. We were beginning to relax from the ordeal when someone yelled, "get some dinner!" "food's ready!". We ignored the yell as we were in no particular rush to leave the comfort of our tent and encounter whatever weather conditions were outside our safe haven. When all of a sudden someone bellowed
"CHICKEN! CORN! NOWWWWWWWWW!"
We were both in hysterics and fear and decided our best course of action was to humor the cook who was so passionate about the food at hand. We ate the chicken and the corn between the 15 of us until there were only 2 pieces of chicken left. We were all still somewhat ravenous, and since we were all avid smokers of weed, we decided that "bite bite pass" was the only fair way to go about the chicken sharing.
*snip* please stop spamming with links to your blog
Bicycle Day
Though lacking the epochal sense of Hoffman's much celebrated ride, the beauty and sheer awe of this adventure was unparalleled in my experience. Myself and lovely lady friend dropped 2 hits of assumed 140microgram tabs of d-lysergic acid diethylamide, or basically some quality acid. We were both slightly hesitant as our last acid trip resulted in utter chaos (see previous acid encounter), but if there's anywhere where you can absolutely lose your shit and no-one will think anything of it... it would be at burning man. We dropped, and so it began again... this time with entirely different results.
We at some lunch, got hydrated, prepped our trip kit, and got things underway. The comeup was much as it always was, a slight discomfort in ones body (almost as if your skin just adjusted shape somehow), not particularly unpleasant, but just an awareness that your physical being feels slightly different. But then the shimmerings of the outlines around objects that i distinctly recalled being much less shimmery began to evidence the LSD creeping its way into my consciousness.
The most interesting part about being exceptionally high on acid at burning man, is the whole place seems to be high on acid. Every person, every tent, camp, crazy patterned blanket, exhibit, art car, everything seems to have psychedelia on the brain. My cohort was in a great deal of back pain so we opted to take a ride to the healers camp and see if we could get some massage done. Apparently all the massage therapists were busy, so acupuncture was the only viable option at that moment. I had never been to acupuncture before, and I wasn't sure how long things took, so I waited patiently for about an hour. She emerged with a slightly pale look on her face, and a new lesson she shared with me "apparently coming up on 3 hits of acid, then getting a bunch of needles stuck into you is a great way to passout". Lesson learned.
We hopped on our bikes and were on our way. There was no doubt the acid was now peaking, as anyone who has done acid before knows with 100% certainty: "that when every fifth word out of your mouth is whoa, dude, shiiiit, and bhahaha" (or some combination thereof)... you are infact high as balls. We passed by all sorts of crazy; people, cars, places.. all of which was toying delightfully with our minds. We got sno-cones, then took pictures with pretty much anything interesting we could find. We biked and biked, and laughed until it hurt, probably covering a good 5 hours on our transports. It's incredibly hard to describe both the experience of acid, and of burning man, so forgive the lack of detail, but a bus shaped like a cat meowed at us, a few hundred naked people made their way by us, we waved and smiled uncontrollably and received only kind faces and free drinks in return.
We decided we needed to approach the temple (google pictures of it for your own reference) and maybe set foot within its hallowed grounds. The visual sensations i was experiencing were nothing less than amazing, the surface of the playa (desert floor) moved like a bunch of wiggling vines under my tires. The ground itself slithered and crawled like a snake, moving up and down and was absolutely beautiful. Everything was shining, my fingers were followed by sparkling tracers everytime i moved them. As we neared the temple it began to morph and wiggle like a mirage, suddenly a light dust-storm kicked up and the temple slowly faded out of view as we rode towards it. In our slightly befuddled state we both stopped and asked if we were still going the right way as the temple was no longer there. We looked around, and realized we couldn't see a thing except slithering ground, dust, and one another. I laughed to myself.. well isn't this pleasant? Being entirely lost in the desert, tripping my face off, with no idea which way to go. We shrugged, decided that if we kept riding in a decently straight line we should hit something at some point that would be near the temple, which was the best line of reason we could construct at that point. A few minutes passed until something so picturesque I could swear there was some CGI invovled; the temple revealed itself from the top slowly to the bottom over the course of a minute. The dust slowly subsided and we both watched as it shimmered itself back into existence.
We decided we had to stop, being inside the temple while sober brought us to tears... on acid it would've been far far far far tooo much to handle. We sat down, and took pictures, and giggled at the absurd people riding by on bikes of all shapes in sizes, in clothes of all colors patterns and existence (or lack thereof). Then we realized we were mostly naked, fucking tired, and the sun was going down. We rode back home expecting to sit down, rest, have a bite to eat, and relax.
That wasn't the case
The biggest dust/wind storm of the week kicked up suddenly, with winds whiting out our vision even metres ahead of us. The domes we had built (2 large tie died geodesic domes), were beginning to do a combination of inflate, lift off, collapse, and bend all at the same time. With the majority of us high on M, lucy, drunk, stoned, K, whatever else; the scene became both insane and slightly comical. Like a bunch of stumbling idiots (some with engineering degrees) we all tried to come up with "solutions" to our problem, with relatively no degree of success. One person was running around snipping holes in the outer layer of our dome like a maniac with scissors "WE NEED TO MAKE WIND TUNNELS! WE NEED TO LET THE AIR OUT!!". Others were adding pipes, duct tape, rope, water jugs, and whatever else we could possibly throw at the domes. I stood there holding a pole... it wasn't really under duress, nor was it a problematic pole, but i just didn't know what else to do in the insanity. My engineering skills were sub-par sober, and the acid unbeknownst to me, didn't actually improve them. So i stood there, holding a pole pretending to help a relatively out of control situation.
My partner in crime yelled at me "what are you doing?!" "Why aren't you helping?!?!" My response: "tell me what to do.. right now... please tell me what to do... if you have anything better for me to do right now just let me know." We both looked at one another... laughed, shrugged, and I continued to hold a pole (no innuendo, but of equal use to the scenario). We then stopped the crazy kid with the scissors from demolishing what little remained of the outside of our tent.
I went over to our cook who apparently during the entire storm was bbqing chicken in his underwear while on his first acid trip. Needless to say I was laughing my ass off as he flipped the chicken, created a greasefire, shrugged, then continued cooking. We took shelter from the storm while he continued to cook, tried to breathe amidst the choking dust. We smoked a joint, sat around, breathed through our scarves, and waited out the winds. We were beginning to relax from the ordeal when someone yelled, "get some dinner!" "food's ready!". We ignored the yell as we were in no particular rush to leave the comfort of our tent and encounter whatever weather conditions were outside our safe haven. When all of a sudden someone bellowed
"CHICKEN! CORN! NOWWWWWWWWW!"
We were both in hysterics and fear and decided our best course of action was to humor the cook who was so passionate about the food at hand. We ate the chicken and the corn between the 15 of us until there were only 2 pieces of chicken left. We were all still somewhat ravenous, and since we were all avid smokers of weed, we decided that "bite bite pass" was the only fair way to go about the chicken sharing.
*snip* please stop spamming with links to your blog
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![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
. its very crazy.
