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- May 30, 2004
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Mescaline and 2CI- experienced- best combination yet
8 pounds of fresh san pedro was blended, boiled with lemon juice, and strained. A gallon of disgusting-tasting liquid was produced.
At about 8:30, my friend arrives with her boyfriend and his friend, who I had not met before.
At about 9, we begin to drink the cactus brew.
About 30 minutes after that we each comsume a jello shot containing 20mg of 2-CI.
By 9:45, we've only consumed 2/3 of the cactus juice, and decide against drinking the rest, as we got a feeling it wasn't needed.(which turned out to be correct)
As we were coming up, we tried to watch a DVD on my computer(I have a 21" monitor, it's great for tripping), but we were too involved in conversation and telling funny stories about getting chased by cops, and other people that got chased by cops, etc, that I missed the entire point of the movie. I just remember there were a bunch of skinheads and anarchists with guns.
After we gave up un the movie we went to ebaum'sworld.com, and started watching the animations. I have never laughed harder or longer in my life.
A little after 12:30 we had watched all the animations and found subserviantchicken.com. What could be more strange than a guy in a chicken suit doing an irish jig in front of a webcam because we told him to over the internet?
We were tripping hard, and my friend had to go home at about 2:00. We went outside and walked down the street to meet another friend and smoke a bowl (well everyone but me, fucking drugtests).
Then the coolest thing happened. A thunder and lightning storm was approaching, but although it was too far away to be raining, we could see the lightning. We went to a little park right next to the ocean, and the bowl was packed when we saw a person standing in a lit window, and assumed they were calling the cops. Then we saw a car's headlights, and freaked out, getting everything illegal ready to throw in the water if the cop came down to where we were. It's a good thing that the car either wasn't a cop, or he just didn't see us because of where we were standing, because in my fucked up state, I was fully prepared to jump in the water and swim for it.(We were trapped between the water and the road). After a few minutes we decided that the car was gone, and we should go our seperate ways back to indoors before it started raining. I was maybe 200 feet from my house when it started. Everyone but me and the friend we had gone to meet(she came back to my house with me) must have gotten soaked.
This is where the really great part of the trip happened. Without 3 noisy people to distract me from the visuals and crazy thoughts, it seemed like I was tripping a lot harder. I made her a bottle bong out of a gatorade bottle, it took me about 20 minutes to accomplish what I can usually do in 2 minutes. She began smoking weed while I was just staring out the window at the rain and the lightning. It seemed like it was raining harder than ever before, and I was only inches away from it, yet I was in a nice, dry, lit room with comfortable chairs and music. My San Pedros seemed to be radiating energy, and seemed so alive in some alien way. I felt the most empathy I have felt since I did MDMA. The weed smoke looked so strange and incredible. Little parts of it seemed to be vortexes and I could see it so distinctly against the raindrop-covered window, which looked totally black.
The floor was shifting and rippling, and the walls were melting. The weed smoke seemed to still be there after it had actually dissipated.
My friend went home at around 4:30, and I spent the last couple hours of tripping watching the milkdrop plugin for winamp until I could sleep.
8 pounds of fresh san pedro was blended, boiled with lemon juice, and strained. A gallon of disgusting-tasting liquid was produced.
At about 8:30, my friend arrives with her boyfriend and his friend, who I had not met before.
At about 9, we begin to drink the cactus brew.
About 30 minutes after that we each comsume a jello shot containing 20mg of 2-CI.
By 9:45, we've only consumed 2/3 of the cactus juice, and decide against drinking the rest, as we got a feeling it wasn't needed.(which turned out to be correct)
As we were coming up, we tried to watch a DVD on my computer(I have a 21" monitor, it's great for tripping), but we were too involved in conversation and telling funny stories about getting chased by cops, and other people that got chased by cops, etc, that I missed the entire point of the movie. I just remember there were a bunch of skinheads and anarchists with guns.
After we gave up un the movie we went to ebaum'sworld.com, and started watching the animations. I have never laughed harder or longer in my life.
A little after 12:30 we had watched all the animations and found subserviantchicken.com. What could be more strange than a guy in a chicken suit doing an irish jig in front of a webcam because we told him to over the internet?
We were tripping hard, and my friend had to go home at about 2:00. We went outside and walked down the street to meet another friend and smoke a bowl (well everyone but me, fucking drugtests).
Then the coolest thing happened. A thunder and lightning storm was approaching, but although it was too far away to be raining, we could see the lightning. We went to a little park right next to the ocean, and the bowl was packed when we saw a person standing in a lit window, and assumed they were calling the cops. Then we saw a car's headlights, and freaked out, getting everything illegal ready to throw in the water if the cop came down to where we were. It's a good thing that the car either wasn't a cop, or he just didn't see us because of where we were standing, because in my fucked up state, I was fully prepared to jump in the water and swim for it.(We were trapped between the water and the road). After a few minutes we decided that the car was gone, and we should go our seperate ways back to indoors before it started raining. I was maybe 200 feet from my house when it started. Everyone but me and the friend we had gone to meet(she came back to my house with me) must have gotten soaked.
This is where the really great part of the trip happened. Without 3 noisy people to distract me from the visuals and crazy thoughts, it seemed like I was tripping a lot harder. I made her a bottle bong out of a gatorade bottle, it took me about 20 minutes to accomplish what I can usually do in 2 minutes. She began smoking weed while I was just staring out the window at the rain and the lightning. It seemed like it was raining harder than ever before, and I was only inches away from it, yet I was in a nice, dry, lit room with comfortable chairs and music. My San Pedros seemed to be radiating energy, and seemed so alive in some alien way. I felt the most empathy I have felt since I did MDMA. The weed smoke looked so strange and incredible. Little parts of it seemed to be vortexes and I could see it so distinctly against the raindrop-covered window, which looked totally black.
The floor was shifting and rippling, and the walls were melting. The weed smoke seemed to still be there after it had actually dissipated.
My friend went home at around 4:30, and I spent the last couple hours of tripping watching the milkdrop plugin for winamp until I could sleep.
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