merkwürdig
Bluelighter
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fuck the movie, read the book:
wikipedia.org/The_Electric_Kool-Aid_Acid_Test
^this
fuck the movie, read the book:
wikipedia.org/The_Electric_Kool-Aid_Acid_Test
. I love wolfe's description of a trip: "Every particle a neon bulb." That pretty much sums it up for me. That's a general tidbit of a great read. It's descriptives are awesome. But - if you'd like to read a book that REALLY gives you those acid descriptives, pick up a copy of 'trippers' by bill booker. That guy can write!
My blotter signed by all the surviving Merry Pranksters...
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. Parappa, what with a lot easily available RC psychedelics active at sub-milligram doses with similar duration and effects profile to LSD, it's difficult to find tried-and-tested, genuine LSD nowadays. A friend of mine who's been an acid head for more than a decade agrees with the above users; generally found in restricted circles, and treated with some reverence. A guy with a blotter sheet at a rave probably won't be selling you genuine LSD.
that.. Way cool. My blotter signed by all the surviving Merry Pranksters...
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True story..believe it or not.
When I was a kid, between 8 and maybe 10 years old I (as a part of a more corrupt-c.i.a related psychdelic team..E.J.Gold related and what not) got to hang with the Pranksters...there was a boy there about my age and we were both given a mild dose of lsd...
Soooo we were having fun, goofing around, when we came to the edge of this cliff. We were goofing off by the edge of this cliff...pushing each other twards the edge of it, and pulling each other back...when the lip of the clifff crumbles and we both go over the edge...I was lucky enuf to grab onto a root growing out of the side of, but my playmate was not and hit the rocks at the bottom...dead.
Yelling, I attracted the attention of the grownups, one of which was able to grab my hand and pull me back up to the surface...I think his name was Gaylord.
Afterwards there was a wake, in which colored cystal goblet after goblet of lsd spiked liquid was consumed by one in all...I think this was partially to help me forget the whole aaffair..whip it out of my memory...Also for healing. I dont't recall any detail of this very high dose trip...other than a vision that I call "The Horey Head of God"...an absolutly horrendous, monsterous, enormous apparation..just a head..no body.
This event is related in Keysey's "Over the Border"...minus my involment as the other kid who went over the edge.
Believe it or not.
I'm sure the pranksters remember me..(I think they called me "Doug the Bug"). I had another run in with them at an Albion Michigan hang that used to be called the Ecumenical Society (same more corrupt pschedelic cult) In Wolf's book there's a scene were a kid burns his hand drinking some hot tea..gets prayed on my the leaders of this group, and the red hand amazingly healed... I was the this kid..and the secret (that I was let in on before hand) was that the water was heated to exactly the temperture that would cause temporary redding of the hand, but not actually burn...a prank my con-artist "buddies" pulled on the pranksters...and i helped!
the acid tests were pretty irresponsible,
but pretty righteous!