Lizard.King
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My dealer was talking about this drug he has and the recipe has been lost since the cold war or something like that I'll get the name off him soon but I think it was something like Acid
this is not a true statement. where did you get your info on this statement?yeah ive never tried it and i dont think i will.
its all good as long as you dont do it often it will fry your brain if you do it alot
my friend jumped out a window from it...thought he could fly and died. Never doing it...stick to the weed and shrooms man
To elaborate more on what nongreenthumb said a bad trip on acid or mushrooms or any hallucinogen can really discourage you from doing them again. I've seen people end up convinced they need to go to the hospital when they're really fine and then try and convice the hospital staff that they're the Son of God and try and convince the hospital staff of the same thing. I know a guy who got in a huge fight with his wife, didn't tell my friends and I and came and tripped with us, three hours into the trip he was just sitting there, speaking only in metaphors and trying to get us to drive him to a bridge so we could watch him jump off.
I personally took a ten strip and went to schlitterbahn (a waterpark in texas) and I was pretty much crazy. The hallucinations were so strong and on so many layers that I couldn't distinguish reality from the visuals, when I closed my eyes I saw thousands of people at a waterpark, when I opened them I saw thousands of people at a waterpark only with a lot of differences between the two like rides being in different places, seeing people that I knew couldn't be there. So I tired to figure out which was the real reality for a few hours, trying to hide clues in the scenery in my mind so that I could find out what's real. Then I started to get scared that I might not actually be able to pick reality out of the basket and might be stuck in some scenario my mind created so my mind got more turgid and unclear and the sheer number of people at the waterpark was terrifying to me, and the parents walking by with their kids crying stuck out in my head, I experienced ego-death and thought that I might be dead as well and that's why the kids were crying, and it scared the shit out of me, by this time I was just laid out on a lawn chair still trying to find reality and stuck in-between a bunch of plausible ones with lots of auditory hallucinations of different people, including my parents talking to me, people saying 'You took too much' and all this replaying in a loop in my head pretty much. I managed to find my cd player near my lawnchair although I don't know how it got there, I had Dark side of the Moon in the cd player and I just sat there and listened to it, I already knew every note but I'd never experienced it like this, I can hardly explain how it felt, when the crescendos would hit I'd feel GIANT waves of euphoria and get some amazing 3d closed eye visuals, and then pieces of the lyrics started sticking out to me, as though they were there for me to derive some benefit from, the lyrics in the first song, well not really lyrics, the guy talking says:
"I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."
"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even if you're not mad..."
And then the next song ends with these lyrics:
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.
When I heard them my whole body got that shiver, and then there's one part on the album where I swear someone whispers "If you can hear this you're dying" but then the album gets into more uplifting songs I suppose with Brain Damage and Eclipse, by the time the album was over I had a giant shit-eating grin on my face and I was back to just tripping balls without all the negative thoughts that scared the shit out of me, so I went on some rides and had a ton of fun. The whole reason I had a bad trip at all was because I was stupid and didn't follow one of mine and many other peoples' rules for LSD, I took it when I had a lot of things to worry about and so I focused on those rather than on having fun. All in all the trip lated about 30 hours from the ten hits, and it was one of the most enlightening and fun and scary experiences in my life.
Read the Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe, it's about Ken Kesey (who wrote Somtimes a Great Notion) and his troupe of crazy people on acid the "Merry Pranksters" it's a great book and Tom Wolfe really captures the experience better in text than anyone else I've ever read.
I also read a book I can't remember the name of, about the 'families' the controlled acid production in the US in the late 70s and 80s, after the days of people like Owsley Stanley - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (a main figure in TEKAT). LSD is a crystal in it's pure form, and apparently they used to store it in small glass vials, and it was mainly distributed through the concert circuits, where people the 'family' had selected sold their product, rules were at least 100micrograms per hit, and no more than $5 a hit ever. So say you wanted to join the family, you became buddy-buddy with the first person, they make sure you're cool, then you get to meet the rest of the family, you didn't get to do any business for a few months while they got to know you. The test at the end of those few months you'd take a glass vial with crystal lsd in it, take the cap off and plug it with your finger, turn the vial over and just let some crystal sit on your finger, turn it back over and put the cap on and now you've probably ingested over a sheet of acid. The family would then guide you through the trip while on lower doses, this whole test or rite of passage was called "Fingerprinting." Once you came down you could become a businessman as long as you adhered to their rules, no more than $5 a hit, and always at least 100 micrograms per hit (they took the crystal with them to the shows and then made the sheets there by dissolving the crystal in grain alcohol and coating the sheets and letting the excess run off and then letting them dry).
Another thing that may be true or may be a myth but is stated as fact in this book is spraying LSD into the mouth of DEA agents at concerts with a squirt gun
I day-tripped the first time I tried acid, I ate the blotter at about 9:30AM and was coming down at 9:30PM. Fucking insane day.Fighting the effects of LSD, especially the ego-loss effects at high doses is a sure way to have a bad trip, as it will kick your ass up and down the street all day.
What does everyone think of day-tripping?