Roger&Me
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And Xorky, my friend... I wish you the best in every endeavor. Thanks you so much for everything you've done for our community here. 
☮ Social ☮ PD Social: Loquacious Psychedelic Love Lazers
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haha
Bomboclat
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Ahhh, that's very neat! Ive never even heard of it!
PM me, id be glad to share some of my music with you
Speaking of music, I just bought one of Random Rab's older albums, Epicycle. The first of the two CD's is mostly psychedelic break-beat meets downtempo/IDM. Very interesting work, almost Tipper-esque. The second album is his downtempo, but with an old school vibe to it, its amazing ethereal!
Beyond the Garden of Earthly Delights + herb = happyclat.
I think hitting the bong earlier wrecked my lungs, but at least im feeling a good 85% better now!
Now time to make some tea, add some ganja glycerin, and enjoy the rest of my involuntary 5 day "weekend".
naginnudej
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haha, right? a wake up call no doubt.
Z, you will be missed friend. farewell and safe travels.
LSDMDMA&
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^you mean X lol?
high.
i might gets
if i lived near that woman, id fuck with her house
spraypaint a 666 or something on it
high.
i might gets
if i lived near that woman, id fuck with her house
spraypaint a 666 or something on it
Thorns Have Roses
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Goodbye, Xork, may you go with God's protection.
Hmm, no GABA drugs for me, not today. Tonight is NMDA night. If it seems like I'm doing shit way too often lately it's because I am. Doing a bit of a binge before I stay all clean for another round of applications and whatnot. Hmm, I feel like I came on here because I had something to say, but I can't remember for the life of me what it was, maybe it'll come to me later.
Hmm, no GABA drugs for me, not today. Tonight is NMDA night. If it seems like I'm doing shit way too often lately it's because I am. Doing a bit of a binge before I stay all clean for another round of applications and whatnot. Hmm, I feel like I came on here because I had something to say, but I can't remember for the life of me what it was, maybe it'll come to me later.
LSDMDMA&
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oh lawd
you're not doing....dxm.....tonight is you never?
you're not doing....dxm.....tonight is you never?
Thorns Have Roses
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>_> Maaaaaybe. I mean, I know you get a lot of bad side effects from it, but I really don't. Well, there's always this period of a half hour or two where I feel all terrible and like I'm about to vomit (haven't vomited on it in months), other than it's pretty good all around.
I'll try to get a nicer dissociative within the next few months or so (I had planned on still having that 4-MeO-PCP that was unjustly taken from me, I had enough for a couple more months yet. And no, I still have not gotten over it. I f-ing loved that stuff).
Edit: I think I'm having some rebound symptoms from the drinking as of late, I have this anxiety for no reason. It's not horrible or anything, just slightly annoying, I had this level of anxiety going 24/7 a while back (which is what helped lead to the daily GBL use of the time).
I'll try to get a nicer dissociative within the next few months or so (I had planned on still having that 4-MeO-PCP that was unjustly taken from me, I had enough for a couple more months yet. And no, I still have not gotten over it. I f-ing loved that stuff).
Edit: I think I'm having some rebound symptoms from the drinking as of late, I have this anxiety for no reason. It's not horrible or anything, just slightly annoying, I had this level of anxiety going 24/7 a while back (which is what helped lead to the daily GBL use of the time).
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helium-4
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I love sharing my music. In real life I'm a little apprehensive with putting on the broad spectrum of music I like because for the majority of the populous, it may be unappealing. I always jump on the chance to spread music that is made with pure heart and soul of the musicians, with unique sounds not yet acquainted to the majority of people ears. I'll come back on later tonight with either some more tracks you might enjoy or just a handle of artists that gets my rocks off.
speaking of music,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MOqL5kwWUs
General Patton
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Today I heard this song in my Music in the digital age class, and almost shit myself right there:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3flYZ6LOsw
Bernie Worrel's synth lines just reached out and grabbed me by the balls! On the way home I noticed that there was a record sale at the university center, and I saw "The Clones of Dr. Funkenstein" by Parliament there. The $20 or so dollars in my pocket seemed destined for this moment, can't wait to rock this on a turntable! I bet there's some tasty breaks in there too!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3flYZ6LOsw
Bernie Worrel's synth lines just reached out and grabbed me by the balls! On the way home I noticed that there was a record sale at the university center, and I saw "The Clones of Dr. Funkenstein" by Parliament there. The $20 or so dollars in my pocket seemed destined for this moment, can't wait to rock this on a turntable! I bet there's some tasty breaks in there too!
Thorns Have Roses
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Man, this shit tastes 5x worse than usual for some reason, I was only able to choke down half of what I meant to. Oh well. Anyway, they really need to invent something that'll stick you in a dissociative hole forever. They can give the initial volunteers some NMDA agonist to snap them out of it and ask if the headspace is any good. It'd be cool if things worked liked that...
LSDMDMA&
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Then me would want a mix of
Amphetamine or methamphetamine
MDMA
LSD
And temazepam, possibly an opiate, and ketamine.
If we iz talking about like future droog shit like...if you could like instantly "enable" a drug infinitely and at will, those is the droogs id want. Not all at the same time of course
Amphetamine or methamphetamine
MDMA
LSD
And temazepam, possibly an opiate, and ketamine.
If we iz talking about like future droog shit like...if you could like instantly "enable" a drug infinitely and at will, those is the droogs id want. Not all at the same time of course
Thorns Have Roses
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If we're dealing in theoreticals, why go with temazepam rather than methaqualone or secobarbital or something. I'd cut off my left hand if I get those two with regularity (only a finger to try them once).
LSDMDMA&
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Benzo is only for coming down off said other droogs. I dont really think benzos are "fun"...temazepam is the exception to the rule tho. You havent heard teh story i dont think (ive told it a million and a half times) about my "temazepam overdose" last year. Temazepam is the only benzo id pay money for and even then, its not "fun" like amps, mdma, or psyches/ketamine..its moar like either a. Need to sleep wih amphet in you or b. I'm bored and i wanna get fucked up
Thorns Have Roses
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You wouldn't get bored if you were in a dissociative whole all the time...everything would be perfect forever and ever. I guess this stuff's starting to kick in, I'm getting that nice wonderful feeling that I've come home that dissociatives always give me. Heheh.
Here's a song from one of my fav groups, Bitter:Sweet http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD3XT2Mr5NQ
edit: chugged down second 360mg, immediately vomited. It looks like i just threw up some solid stuff though, not really any syrup, so all's good.
Here's a song from one of my fav groups, Bitter:Sweet http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD3XT2Mr5NQ
edit: chugged down second 360mg, immediately vomited. It looks like i just threw up some solid stuff though, not really any syrup, so all's good.
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helium-4
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one downfall of dissociatives is their short term impairment of cognitive and memory functions. I mean, not to surprising considering their action on the hippocampus.
Wall of text! Not sure if this warranted a topic so I thought I'd post it here.
I want to talk about interacting with people on LSD when you are not. Also with how interactions with people who are unfamiliar with LSD and a tripping person go.
This is one thing that I don't know if I will be able to ever get a good perspective on so I'll start with two stories and pull from them to explain what I want to talk about.
-- My First Trip
It was a beautiful day, really spectacularly beautiful in the middle of the summer. I had spent the entire day outside playing- that is is ATTEMPTING to play soccer with my friends. The plan was this: When Colin gets back from work we all drop. There were 6 of us; 3 had never tripped before.
Finally, Colin comes riding down the street on his bike and immediately we rush the kitchen. The drugs had already been laid out according to person with a little name tag. Yeah, we were bored before we dropped... Evan was the most experienced one. He was taking five hits. It seemed like so much more than my meager two, and believe me it was. We all go and then...
We wait...
And wait...
And wait...
It'd been what seemed like forever and no one was really feeling much. We decided to smoke a bowl in the garage. The garage was a filthy, disgusting, pothead den. Eight chairs around a small card table that was littered with weed, cigarettes, trash from candy, and whatever other artifacts found their way here... I have very fond memories about this garage. This garage was a transformative place. It was magical. This garage is where I spent my first summer out of high school and my last winter in high school with the closest friends a guy could have. We'd worked together for years at a summer camp where children pay us to hit them with foam swords and tell them a story. This was my home.
-- Bong in face, shit better hit this... "Fuck I'm high..."
Then next thing I know I'm venturing out. It was about an hour before sunset. Out destination: A local lake. I'd walked here before many times, but until now I had never enjoyed the journey so much. I still felt pretty regular, high, but pretty regular; however, the jokes people told were funnier than usual and struck chords in my psyche.
My friend Riley loves basketball. His plan was to leave us to go play basketball until the sunset then hook up with us later --that never happened. He was dribbling as we walked along a deserted street to the public lake nearby. "Pass me the ball!" ... "Man this ball feels pretty good!" (laughter).
For most of my life I was pretty sedentary. I liked exercise, but I didn't enjoy sports and I was rather clumsy and overweight. I just didn't get what all the fuss was about, after all there are cooler things I can do with my imagination. Why would I waste time with these physical things?
Then it hit me. Like a truck. I had never interacted with an object like this before. Manipulating this sphere in my hands had instantly become the most crucial, lovable, pleasing, confusing, intriguing, deep, and most-of-all magical experience I have had until this point in my life. I bounced it. It came back to me. We had a relationship. Me and this sphere. I threw it in the air. I caught it.
I opened my eyes wide and starred at my friend Riley mouth agape. With enthusiasm he looks back at me and bellows, "YEAH?!" I jumped and squealed in excitement, "YEAH!!!"
Suddenly, I was a child again. At merely the age of 18 I had lost sight of what binds me to this physical realm. This body is how I enter the world. Without it my mind, if I had one at all, would be ghostly and glamour-less. A shadow of this temporary vital thing, my own flesh! How I'd abused it with ice cream and pizza! Sitting and hunching!
What was I doing?!
We were in public. The six of us boyhood friends laughing about the MOST obscure shit. We were making so much noise and were obviously on a drug of some kind. Evan had been unusually quiet and then he burst,
-- "People."
And there was silence for a moment. We were walking along a bike path having just exited an underpass. We jokingly had refereed to it as "Der Unterpass" accompanied with raucous giggling. We could see the lake about four football fields away, it was so pretty. So pretty I am useless in describing it. The sky had turned purple and the lush grass on the mountain was swaying in the calm breeze creating ripples down the rockies.
"Hey" was all we got from this passerby who seemed unfazed by our antics. I don't think she had seen us in full force. Quickly she walked along the path in the other direction which, for us, might as well have been the funniest shit that had ever happened. I was crying with laughter now. Doubled over clutching my chest as I stumbled along the path. Another group of people walked passed this time without a word. Then a woman looked at us making fools of ourselves.
This woman gave us one look and a smile cropped over her face that could only mean one thing. She had experienced this. This indescribable reality that is LSD. She grinned from ear to ear and gave us a knowing nod as she passed. She giggled herself even. Somehow the fact that she understood halted the laughter like a dam that was about to break. As soon as she was just barely past us the thunder struck again. This time so strong I actually fell down in the grass. Squirrley and Colin joined me.
Picking myself back up again we came across a pond. It was a little moon shaped puddle where a couple clearly out to have a nice picnic was sitting. In our acid stupor we wandered closer. At this point Riley was giving a play-by-play breakdown of how silly we looked. Still howling with laughter I watched the couple turn and look at the spectacle we were. Riley, talking loudly, wandered up to the water... no into the water. He walked in a ways using a phrase I can still remember:
-- "I am shirtless, knee deep in a lake, holding a basket ball, staring directly into the camera, grinning my ASS off, TRIPPING LSD! How's that for your album cover art David Blaine?!"
In combination with the couples reaction and Riley's antics I lost it. I thought I'd lost it before, but I'd really lost it now. I was floored. Rolling in the grass gasping for breath. Finally, I'd recovered to look up.
Evan's face was stoic and looked lost in thought. He looked at Colin and told Colin he wanted to go back to the house. "Back home?!" I thought? WHAT?! How could you miss this world of nature and beauty and sooo much fun. Colin seemed to realize the semi-seriousness of his request and raised his voice and said, "Anyone want to go back?"
Riley, "HELL NO!"
Evan had always been like the older brother I never had. I offered to go back with him. Squirrley and Daniel were both down for anything. The four of us trudged back the way we came. Leaving Colin and Riley to ruin another persons day...
-- "People?!"
Is what I said when we crossed "Der Unterpass" again. The walk home was another side of acid I hadn't experienced yet. The many layered way of thinking it can bring. Just saying these words was enough to spark a conversation I'll never forget. We discussed interactions with others the whole way back to the house.
Squirrley is the prepared one. He's the boy scout. He carries a multi-tool with him at all times. He smokes weed all day, every day. What's Squirrley? On it. "On it?" you ask. On, weed. On, getting shit done. On, more weed. On, having what we need in times of stoner crisis. Squirrley is on it.
The door from the back porch shut with a slam and Squirrley screamed something about Strawberries. He had bought a pack before we had started. Evan was acting quite distant and didn't react, but me and Daniel ran straight for them. God they were tasty. Squirrley walked over to Evan and offered him one pretending it was like a sacrifice to the gods. Evan took it and his face lit up. He pulled it out of his mouth and just gawked at the fruit. He said, "Whoa." And clearly the aftermath of the strawberry was just as intense as the thing. He looked at us and said, "The whole world is melting."
After some time I really really really really REALLY wanted to go back outside again and meet up with Riley and Colin. We left Evan to his own devices like he requested. Evan went to go play CoD and apparently it was rather realistic.
-- "RILEY, COLIN!!!"
I screamed and ran at my friends when I saw them by the lake. They were standing in a field right next to the lake, laughing, as expected. When I finally came into reasonable conversation distance they both had something to say, but seemed unable to manage to get it out. After a few minutes of laughing for laughters sake they finally pulled it together to point at a tree by the bike path we had come on to get here.
Colin is kind of a dick when it comes to people. He will be loud and obnoxious to strangers. He's horrible when he's drunk. Acid was just as bad.
In some identical twin style finishing each others sentences way Riley and Colin explained this:
"So that tree right there. We were walking by it and I was laughing about how beautiful everything was." -Riley
"I was walking by it and I look at the tree and say, yeah it's what it looks like." -Colin
"I was starting at the mountains thinking about how amazingly silver and shimmery they look." -Riley
"I explained no those two people are having sex behind that tree." -Colin
"I was standing looking in slightly a different direction, thinking about how awkward it would be to walk into people having sex right now. I turned to look at Colin to explain how could that possibly be 'What it looks like'" -Riley
"When I pointed at the two teenagers about thirty feet away obviously having sex." -Colin
"As they pull up their pants and duck behind the tree I realized that it was actually happening right now." -Riley
Finally, once it was explained we were in hysterics again. I asked well where did they go then? Colin said they were still there on the other side of the tree. Riley and Colin had walked about a football field away from the tree, but were still howling with laughter. I said... You didn't walk away and let them leave? No.
Right about then two teenagers start walking along the bike path away from us towards "Der Unterpass." I lost it again.
Riley started explaining what Colin and he had been talking about in the time we were gone and how indescribable this feeling is. When I collected my shit enough to stand he was telling us these phrases that Colin and he had been pondering which sent me into LSD internal dialogue again.
-- "Where is the floor?"
He asked. My thought process was, well, acidic. I started thinking about where the floor was as in the ground. But then I thought about the floor as a concept that a person with a microphone or a strong presence has. Then my brain twisted around ideas of this concept having a place in the world as in a physical location as well as a "place" in a metaphorical and divine sense. When I caught the other phrase Colin was intrigued by. "Who has the ball?" The two mixed and I was sent into the cavernous pit that is your brain on LSD.
--
There's so much more to tell, but this covers the peak and the most profound part of the experience. There was more of course, SO much more.
The other story is much shorter. I took LSD while skiing alone. Not the brightest idea, but it worked out okay. It's simply of a few of my experiences talking to people on the lift while tripping face.
-- Intro
If you've never been skiing then you don't understand the strange social dynamics of getting on a ski lift with a stranger, or strangers. This particular day wasn't very busy so it was always just a single stranger. The idea is pretty simple though, here's how it works:
When you take a ski lift up to the top of the mountain the ride can be very long, this particular resort averages about 15 minutes. If you open your mouth to talk then usually the whole ride is spent talking. Its quite awkward to start the conversation and let it die. It can be about ANYTHING.
I worked as a ski instructor at this resort and have had more than a few strange rides. The thing is people, skiers and snowboarders included, are quite odd. Usually you talk about the weather, how the day has been for them, what runs you've been doing, etc. Sometimes it gets more personal. Often people ask a simple fact about your life: where are you from and this occasionally starts a conversational thread that leads to topics from politics to philosophy to scientific research. I really enjoy these experiences and I've met really cool people from them.
These two experiences are from when I was tripping. The first was at peak and the second very late in the day, but not quite sober.
-- The Masseuse
I was nervous to have to ride along with someone. I had just done the straight lifeline black at about 50 miles per hour and was rather fucking pumped. This really cute girl with a snowboard pulls up next to me unexpectedly. I was feeling rather paranoid so when the chair swung under my knees and sat I didn't expect to talk to her at all.
However, she was quite talkative. Immediately she asked me how the snow was and how my day was going. I figured, fuck it, and explained with enthusiasm how amazing the day was. I remember her fiddling with something on her coat while she talked. She asked me if I was from around here. (You can sort of tell with ski bums.) And I told her I worked at the ski school. She explained she worked at the starbucks in the tourist area (and made more than me >.<).
At this point acid was taking over and I was having trouble trying to keep the conversation "regular" which seemed to be very important to me at the time. I was looking at what she was doing with her jacket when she finally got the button to the pocket clipped closed again. She took off her goggles and I took mine off too. (Why I'll never know, an acid impulse.)
I asked if she'd gone to school and she told me she was a Masseuse. She'd just graduated from a school for that. I'm a certified yoga teacher now and I had been certified at a school that offered Massage training as well. I asked if she knew it and she did. In fact she was planning on going there for other reasons. (This facility offers a lot of options for education.) I was psyched. It's really rare to meet people who know about this place, much less are planning on going there.
I told her about how much I l loved it and felt conspicuous with my goggles up. I lowered them as I talked which also felt very unnatural. However, as I talked about my experience living at this school and the training regimen there she started to look away and seemed more and more awkward. (I honestly don't know if this was acid paranoia or genuine.)
Her response was excitement and we talked about a few of the people who work at the school and then the ride ended. I felt tense and extremely awkward by the end. I can't tell if I was getting signs from her that I was acting strangely at all.
-- The Philosopher
This one is brief because frankly I couldn't follow it. An older guy got on the lift with me and asked me what I was going to go to school for. I told him I was thinking about Philosophy and he said he was a Philosophy major.
He told me the school he went to, I'd never heard of it and started to talk about the concept of "to be." He wasn't really quoting philosophers, it was mostly people you'd read in a literature class. People like Shakespeare.
Soon enough, he started explaining a logic puzzle to me and expected me to try and follow it. I don't know if it was complicated or not. From the start I couldn't hear him well through his mask and I bullshitted as best I could. Again the ride ended in extreme awkwardness. (At least on my side.) I couldn't tell if I was coming off dumb, or fucked up, or both.
-- The Question
Either way, this leads me to why I posted in the first place. I have a lot of experience dealing with people who have no idea at the start of the interaction I'm tripping LSD. However, I would believe that my behavior points to this truth. When I'm tripping I often jump off topics with enthusiasm, more than would be expected, and come to conclusions that are frankly weird given the circumstances and topic.
I have only minor experience dealing with tripping people when I'm not tripping, and (I believe) zero experience dealing with tripping people who I figure out are tripping due to conversation or other interaction.
I'm wondering what a tripping person tends to "act" like? Of course this is an individual response, but there are stereotypes for other drugs. High people act quiet, don't respond. Rolling people act like they have ADHD-esk behavior.
Would a person who hasn't taken LSD or had any experience they are aware of with LSD users be able to spot a someone tripping just based on conversation?
It is such a small percentage of people who had interacted with this drug I wonder what it "comes off" like.
I want to talk about interacting with people on LSD when you are not. Also with how interactions with people who are unfamiliar with LSD and a tripping person go.
This is one thing that I don't know if I will be able to ever get a good perspective on so I'll start with two stories and pull from them to explain what I want to talk about.
-- My First Trip
It was a beautiful day, really spectacularly beautiful in the middle of the summer. I had spent the entire day outside playing- that is is ATTEMPTING to play soccer with my friends. The plan was this: When Colin gets back from work we all drop. There were 6 of us; 3 had never tripped before.
Finally, Colin comes riding down the street on his bike and immediately we rush the kitchen. The drugs had already been laid out according to person with a little name tag. Yeah, we were bored before we dropped... Evan was the most experienced one. He was taking five hits. It seemed like so much more than my meager two, and believe me it was. We all go and then...
We wait...
And wait...
And wait...
It'd been what seemed like forever and no one was really feeling much. We decided to smoke a bowl in the garage. The garage was a filthy, disgusting, pothead den. Eight chairs around a small card table that was littered with weed, cigarettes, trash from candy, and whatever other artifacts found their way here... I have very fond memories about this garage. This garage was a transformative place. It was magical. This garage is where I spent my first summer out of high school and my last winter in high school with the closest friends a guy could have. We'd worked together for years at a summer camp where children pay us to hit them with foam swords and tell them a story. This was my home.
-- Bong in face, shit better hit this... "Fuck I'm high..."
Then next thing I know I'm venturing out. It was about an hour before sunset. Out destination: A local lake. I'd walked here before many times, but until now I had never enjoyed the journey so much. I still felt pretty regular, high, but pretty regular; however, the jokes people told were funnier than usual and struck chords in my psyche.
My friend Riley loves basketball. His plan was to leave us to go play basketball until the sunset then hook up with us later --that never happened. He was dribbling as we walked along a deserted street to the public lake nearby. "Pass me the ball!" ... "Man this ball feels pretty good!" (laughter).
For most of my life I was pretty sedentary. I liked exercise, but I didn't enjoy sports and I was rather clumsy and overweight. I just didn't get what all the fuss was about, after all there are cooler things I can do with my imagination. Why would I waste time with these physical things?
Then it hit me. Like a truck. I had never interacted with an object like this before. Manipulating this sphere in my hands had instantly become the most crucial, lovable, pleasing, confusing, intriguing, deep, and most-of-all magical experience I have had until this point in my life. I bounced it. It came back to me. We had a relationship. Me and this sphere. I threw it in the air. I caught it.
I opened my eyes wide and starred at my friend Riley mouth agape. With enthusiasm he looks back at me and bellows, "YEAH?!" I jumped and squealed in excitement, "YEAH!!!"
Suddenly, I was a child again. At merely the age of 18 I had lost sight of what binds me to this physical realm. This body is how I enter the world. Without it my mind, if I had one at all, would be ghostly and glamour-less. A shadow of this temporary vital thing, my own flesh! How I'd abused it with ice cream and pizza! Sitting and hunching!
What was I doing?!
We were in public. The six of us boyhood friends laughing about the MOST obscure shit. We were making so much noise and were obviously on a drug of some kind. Evan had been unusually quiet and then he burst,
-- "People."
And there was silence for a moment. We were walking along a bike path having just exited an underpass. We jokingly had refereed to it as "Der Unterpass" accompanied with raucous giggling. We could see the lake about four football fields away, it was so pretty. So pretty I am useless in describing it. The sky had turned purple and the lush grass on the mountain was swaying in the calm breeze creating ripples down the rockies.
"Hey" was all we got from this passerby who seemed unfazed by our antics. I don't think she had seen us in full force. Quickly she walked along the path in the other direction which, for us, might as well have been the funniest shit that had ever happened. I was crying with laughter now. Doubled over clutching my chest as I stumbled along the path. Another group of people walked passed this time without a word. Then a woman looked at us making fools of ourselves.
This woman gave us one look and a smile cropped over her face that could only mean one thing. She had experienced this. This indescribable reality that is LSD. She grinned from ear to ear and gave us a knowing nod as she passed. She giggled herself even. Somehow the fact that she understood halted the laughter like a dam that was about to break. As soon as she was just barely past us the thunder struck again. This time so strong I actually fell down in the grass. Squirrley and Colin joined me.
Picking myself back up again we came across a pond. It was a little moon shaped puddle where a couple clearly out to have a nice picnic was sitting. In our acid stupor we wandered closer. At this point Riley was giving a play-by-play breakdown of how silly we looked. Still howling with laughter I watched the couple turn and look at the spectacle we were. Riley, talking loudly, wandered up to the water... no into the water. He walked in a ways using a phrase I can still remember:
-- "I am shirtless, knee deep in a lake, holding a basket ball, staring directly into the camera, grinning my ASS off, TRIPPING LSD! How's that for your album cover art David Blaine?!"
In combination with the couples reaction and Riley's antics I lost it. I thought I'd lost it before, but I'd really lost it now. I was floored. Rolling in the grass gasping for breath. Finally, I'd recovered to look up.
Evan's face was stoic and looked lost in thought. He looked at Colin and told Colin he wanted to go back to the house. "Back home?!" I thought? WHAT?! How could you miss this world of nature and beauty and sooo much fun. Colin seemed to realize the semi-seriousness of his request and raised his voice and said, "Anyone want to go back?"
Riley, "HELL NO!"
Evan had always been like the older brother I never had. I offered to go back with him. Squirrley and Daniel were both down for anything. The four of us trudged back the way we came. Leaving Colin and Riley to ruin another persons day...
-- "People?!"
Is what I said when we crossed "Der Unterpass" again. The walk home was another side of acid I hadn't experienced yet. The many layered way of thinking it can bring. Just saying these words was enough to spark a conversation I'll never forget. We discussed interactions with others the whole way back to the house.
Squirrley is the prepared one. He's the boy scout. He carries a multi-tool with him at all times. He smokes weed all day, every day. What's Squirrley? On it. "On it?" you ask. On, weed. On, getting shit done. On, more weed. On, having what we need in times of stoner crisis. Squirrley is on it.
The door from the back porch shut with a slam and Squirrley screamed something about Strawberries. He had bought a pack before we had started. Evan was acting quite distant and didn't react, but me and Daniel ran straight for them. God they were tasty. Squirrley walked over to Evan and offered him one pretending it was like a sacrifice to the gods. Evan took it and his face lit up. He pulled it out of his mouth and just gawked at the fruit. He said, "Whoa." And clearly the aftermath of the strawberry was just as intense as the thing. He looked at us and said, "The whole world is melting."
After some time I really really really really REALLY wanted to go back outside again and meet up with Riley and Colin. We left Evan to his own devices like he requested. Evan went to go play CoD and apparently it was rather realistic.
-- "RILEY, COLIN!!!"
I screamed and ran at my friends when I saw them by the lake. They were standing in a field right next to the lake, laughing, as expected. When I finally came into reasonable conversation distance they both had something to say, but seemed unable to manage to get it out. After a few minutes of laughing for laughters sake they finally pulled it together to point at a tree by the bike path we had come on to get here.
Colin is kind of a dick when it comes to people. He will be loud and obnoxious to strangers. He's horrible when he's drunk. Acid was just as bad.
In some identical twin style finishing each others sentences way Riley and Colin explained this:
"So that tree right there. We were walking by it and I was laughing about how beautiful everything was." -Riley
"I was walking by it and I look at the tree and say, yeah it's what it looks like." -Colin
"I was starting at the mountains thinking about how amazingly silver and shimmery they look." -Riley
"I explained no those two people are having sex behind that tree." -Colin
"I was standing looking in slightly a different direction, thinking about how awkward it would be to walk into people having sex right now. I turned to look at Colin to explain how could that possibly be 'What it looks like'" -Riley
"When I pointed at the two teenagers about thirty feet away obviously having sex." -Colin
"As they pull up their pants and duck behind the tree I realized that it was actually happening right now." -Riley
Finally, once it was explained we were in hysterics again. I asked well where did they go then? Colin said they were still there on the other side of the tree. Riley and Colin had walked about a football field away from the tree, but were still howling with laughter. I said... You didn't walk away and let them leave? No.
Right about then two teenagers start walking along the bike path away from us towards "Der Unterpass." I lost it again.
Riley started explaining what Colin and he had been talking about in the time we were gone and how indescribable this feeling is. When I collected my shit enough to stand he was telling us these phrases that Colin and he had been pondering which sent me into LSD internal dialogue again.
-- "Where is the floor?"
He asked. My thought process was, well, acidic. I started thinking about where the floor was as in the ground. But then I thought about the floor as a concept that a person with a microphone or a strong presence has. Then my brain twisted around ideas of this concept having a place in the world as in a physical location as well as a "place" in a metaphorical and divine sense. When I caught the other phrase Colin was intrigued by. "Who has the ball?" The two mixed and I was sent into the cavernous pit that is your brain on LSD.
--
There's so much more to tell, but this covers the peak and the most profound part of the experience. There was more of course, SO much more.
The other story is much shorter. I took LSD while skiing alone. Not the brightest idea, but it worked out okay. It's simply of a few of my experiences talking to people on the lift while tripping face.
-- Intro
If you've never been skiing then you don't understand the strange social dynamics of getting on a ski lift with a stranger, or strangers. This particular day wasn't very busy so it was always just a single stranger. The idea is pretty simple though, here's how it works:
When you take a ski lift up to the top of the mountain the ride can be very long, this particular resort averages about 15 minutes. If you open your mouth to talk then usually the whole ride is spent talking. Its quite awkward to start the conversation and let it die. It can be about ANYTHING.
I worked as a ski instructor at this resort and have had more than a few strange rides. The thing is people, skiers and snowboarders included, are quite odd. Usually you talk about the weather, how the day has been for them, what runs you've been doing, etc. Sometimes it gets more personal. Often people ask a simple fact about your life: where are you from and this occasionally starts a conversational thread that leads to topics from politics to philosophy to scientific research. I really enjoy these experiences and I've met really cool people from them.
These two experiences are from when I was tripping. The first was at peak and the second very late in the day, but not quite sober.
-- The Masseuse
I was nervous to have to ride along with someone. I had just done the straight lifeline black at about 50 miles per hour and was rather fucking pumped. This really cute girl with a snowboard pulls up next to me unexpectedly. I was feeling rather paranoid so when the chair swung under my knees and sat I didn't expect to talk to her at all.
However, she was quite talkative. Immediately she asked me how the snow was and how my day was going. I figured, fuck it, and explained with enthusiasm how amazing the day was. I remember her fiddling with something on her coat while she talked. She asked me if I was from around here. (You can sort of tell with ski bums.) And I told her I worked at the ski school. She explained she worked at the starbucks in the tourist area (and made more than me >.<).
At this point acid was taking over and I was having trouble trying to keep the conversation "regular" which seemed to be very important to me at the time. I was looking at what she was doing with her jacket when she finally got the button to the pocket clipped closed again. She took off her goggles and I took mine off too. (Why I'll never know, an acid impulse.)
I asked if she'd gone to school and she told me she was a Masseuse. She'd just graduated from a school for that. I'm a certified yoga teacher now and I had been certified at a school that offered Massage training as well. I asked if she knew it and she did. In fact she was planning on going there for other reasons. (This facility offers a lot of options for education.) I was psyched. It's really rare to meet people who know about this place, much less are planning on going there.
I told her about how much I l loved it and felt conspicuous with my goggles up. I lowered them as I talked which also felt very unnatural. However, as I talked about my experience living at this school and the training regimen there she started to look away and seemed more and more awkward. (I honestly don't know if this was acid paranoia or genuine.)
Her response was excitement and we talked about a few of the people who work at the school and then the ride ended. I felt tense and extremely awkward by the end. I can't tell if I was getting signs from her that I was acting strangely at all.
-- The Philosopher
This one is brief because frankly I couldn't follow it. An older guy got on the lift with me and asked me what I was going to go to school for. I told him I was thinking about Philosophy and he said he was a Philosophy major.
He told me the school he went to, I'd never heard of it and started to talk about the concept of "to be." He wasn't really quoting philosophers, it was mostly people you'd read in a literature class. People like Shakespeare.
Soon enough, he started explaining a logic puzzle to me and expected me to try and follow it. I don't know if it was complicated or not. From the start I couldn't hear him well through his mask and I bullshitted as best I could. Again the ride ended in extreme awkwardness. (At least on my side.) I couldn't tell if I was coming off dumb, or fucked up, or both.
-- The Question
Either way, this leads me to why I posted in the first place. I have a lot of experience dealing with people who have no idea at the start of the interaction I'm tripping LSD. However, I would believe that my behavior points to this truth. When I'm tripping I often jump off topics with enthusiasm, more than would be expected, and come to conclusions that are frankly weird given the circumstances and topic.
I have only minor experience dealing with tripping people when I'm not tripping, and (I believe) zero experience dealing with tripping people who I figure out are tripping due to conversation or other interaction.
I'm wondering what a tripping person tends to "act" like? Of course this is an individual response, but there are stereotypes for other drugs. High people act quiet, don't respond. Rolling people act like they have ADHD-esk behavior.
Would a person who hasn't taken LSD or had any experience they are aware of with LSD users be able to spot a someone tripping just based on conversation?
It is such a small percentage of people who had interacted with this drug I wonder what it "comes off" like.
Thorns Have Roses
Bluelight Crew
Man, why you people have to ttalk tthis talk my dissociatied self an't understand. wazxn' guonna rewatch the same movie was yesterday but shit ass servicedidn't let me watch but a few min. then I've ebeen listneing music or soething. I ought to get somethign to gdrnkdl so i can thik properly.
Roger&Me
Bluelighter
A couple years ago, my girlfriend's grandma gave me a bottle Tuinal that's been in her cabinet since 1972 when I told her I haven't been sleeping well. :D
I only took some a few times, the rest of the bottle is over at my gf's house-- I doubt we'll ever take any more of them though, too much of a novelty to have around.
It felt dangerous TBH, lol... like when I would even have a couple of beers my breathing would get dangerously slow, and it was strange because I was definitely conscious enough to notice and it was pronounced.
Shit.
I have phenobarbital which I never thought I would be able to find... but respiratory depression scares me, not only theoretically like it should for anyone, but also from personal experience. I don't use strong opiates but I have dabbled in codeine and tramadol and mixing those with a couple of beers or taking a 1/4 tablet of a benzo for sleeping better after tramadol has given me slowed breathing up to the point of being scared to nod off, causing panic attack like situations.
On the one hand I really doubt I was in any danger and that is what I keep telling myself but on the other hand it is a stupid thing to do in the first place and the feeling isn't any less scary.
I would not combine a barbiturate with alcohol because that just sounds much too dangerous, and it would suck really bad with a very long lasting barbiturate (even though the alcohol will wear off before that).
Man I get sad just thinking about respiratory depression.
I have phenobarbital which I never thought I would be able to find... but respiratory depression scares me, not only theoretically like it should for anyone, but also from personal experience. I don't use strong opiates but I have dabbled in codeine and tramadol and mixing those with a couple of beers or taking a 1/4 tablet of a benzo for sleeping better after tramadol has given me slowed breathing up to the point of being scared to nod off, causing panic attack like situations.
On the one hand I really doubt I was in any danger and that is what I keep telling myself but on the other hand it is a stupid thing to do in the first place and the feeling isn't any less scary.
I would not combine a barbiturate with alcohol because that just sounds much too dangerous, and it would suck really bad with a very long lasting barbiturate (even though the alcohol will wear off before that).
Man I get sad just thinking about respiratory depression.
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