Dropping acid for the first time tonight

[seth]

Wish me luck.

Some guys have given me the offer to drop acid tonight, and I've always been curious so I'm taking them up on the offer. I'll be headed down to Miami shortly.

Any tips from those who have done it before? What should I expect, and how do I keep from completely freaking out?

[nooners]

hope you're not busy for the next 13 hours

[gullydwarf]

Bring a piece of clothing made out of spandex or some other strange fabric. Then go wander the streets with it.

[emo porn]

how many hits are you consuming?

have a great trip bro. You will LOVE it.

Just remember that its ALL in your head!!!

free yourself.

[seth]

He said 3-5, depending on how I handle the first 3. I know the potency varies, but is that generally a lot? He's also got some X (which I've had before) and some DMT (what the hell is that), but doesn't suggest I do anything other than the acid and a bit of smoke.

I have a lot of things I need to think and work out right now, so I'm hoping this helps break the cycle.

[qbert]

Bring a piece of clothing made out of spandex or some other strange fabric. Then go wander the streets with it.

[Mysterio]

If you're generally a happy light hearted person you'll be fine. But if you're emo as fuck enjoy the trip from hell.

[yy4u]

dont spill yourself

[citrus]

Just remember that its ALL in your head!!!

free yourself.

this.

if you start to really panic, just focus on keeping your breathing slooow and steady as this helps regulate your heartbeat and keep your mind operating at a calmer pace. just remember that you WILL come down in due time, and a sense of normalcy will return in a matter of hours, no matter how high you are. this is the easiest way to reassure yourself. if your environment is too overstimulating, try going somewhere more calm and peaceful where you can relax.

let your mind wander and explore those feelings of fear, anxiety, etc., because it can be very revealing and insightful. just remember that the drug will eventually work its way through your system, and when the peak falls, you will very quickly start to regain control of your situation. just ride it out, and remember that it will all be OK

i had my first acid experience at burning man this year. even though i have had arguably more intense experiences with other psychoactives, this was for some reason way more difficult on my body than those other times. i ended up inhaling way too much smoke from fireworks and burning art installations, and dust, and i ended up having trouble breathing. it spiralled into a panic attack when i couldn't catch my breath. it took me a while and a trip to the med tent before i felt better, but i eventually did thanks to remembering those above things.

[citrus]

aside from a rough couple hours, i had a fuckin AWESOME time, btw.

[citrus]

He said 3-5, depending on how I handle the first 3. I know the potency varies, but is that generally a lot? He's also got some X (which I've had before) and some DMT (what the hell is that), but doesn't suggest I do anything other than the acid and a bit of smoke.

I have a lot of things I need to think and work out right now, so I'm hoping this helps break the cycle.

visit erowid.org and do some research. if your friends are acid enthusiasts then take their dosage recommendation with a grain of salt! these guys were like "yeah, it's light and fluffy," and that shit FLOORED me because it was my first time. i would say start with 1 hit, and maybe move onto 2 if you really feel like going deeper, but WAIT until that first hit takes you.

i would strongly recommend avoiding X if it's your first time. DO NOT DO DMT if you are doing ANYTHING else. that is probably the most hardcore psychedelic known to man. fuck.

if you want to have the cognitive ability to use this as a psychiatric aid, then i would recommend against a strong dosage, otherwise you'll just be like "AflhaflJ:AFLJKF" all night... useless

[sn1per]

take the acid and the x. The x will take edge off the sid. Way Way better trip. Troll baby troll.

[citrus]

take the acid and the x. The x will take edge off the sid. Way Way better trip. Troll baby troll.

o wait, what he said. fry baby fry.

[sn1per]

trolling for the 1st time is better then acid for the first time. If it's Ur first time. I never did DMT. I just speak from 15 years of heavy drug use.

[seth]

this.

if you start to really panic, just focus on keeping your breathing slooow and steady as this helps regulate your heartbeat and keep your mind operating at a calmer pace. just remember that you WILL come down in due time, and a sense of normalcy will return in a matter of hours, no matter how high you are. this is the easiest way to reassure yourself. if your environment is too overstimulating, try going somewhere more calm and peaceful where you can relax.

let your mind wander and explore those feelings of fear, anxiety, etc., because it can be very revealing and insightful. just remember that the drug will eventually work its way through your system, and when the peak falls, you will very quickly start to regain control of your situation. just ride it out, and remember that it will all be OK

i had my first acid experience at burning man this year. even though i have had arguably more intense experiences with other psychoactives, this was for some reason way more difficult on my body than those other times. i ended up inhaling way too much smoke from fireworks and burning art installations, and dust, and i ended up having trouble breathing. it spiralled into a panic attack when i couldn't catch my breath. it took me a while and a trip to the med tent before i felt better, but i eventually did thanks to remembering those above things.

Thanks for the info.


We're definitely not going out to mingle with a lot of people, so that should definitely help. I get really paranoid in public sometimes if I've smoked a lot of good hydro, so I definitely want to stay away from crowded places. We'll be chilling at his house, and depending on how things go, we might take the boat out on the bay, or hit up some deserted beach.

I'll be one of two first timers among three veterans of this stuff, and they've all said basically the same thing as you, so it is reassuring to hear it from different groups of people. I'll try and go with the flow and put the type A personality on hold and let these guys lead me, although it will be strange because I am sorta their boss.

[sn1per]

don't drive that boat if You r peaking. Becareful with that shit. Should probably find a trail somewheree n go exploring. Less chance of falling in the water and swimming deeper to get back to shore. If u get my drift. Although water + acid is great. Prob best to do that in a pool. Like nofx said too it's all in our head and no matter what happens always remember you will be normal again your just stuck ATM LOL.

[dawninja]

stay away from the mirror JS

[citrus]

haha. i bet your social hierarchy framework will become a pretty weird and abstract concept about 1.5 hours into your trip

this sums it up pretty beautifully.



it's all about set and setting.
set = mindset; how are you going into this? stressed? curious? happy?
setting = company, location, etc.

you'll have a great time from the sounds of it. i would definitely go out boating and to the beach!! hell yeah.

[seth]

visit erowid.org and do some research. if your friends are acid enthusiasts then take their dosage recommendation with a grain of salt! these guys were like "yeah, it's light and fluffy," and that shit FLOORED me because it was my first time. i would say start with 1 hit, and maybe move onto 2 if you really feel like going deeper, but WAIT until that first hit takes you.

i would strongly recommend avoiding X if it's your first time. DO NOT DO DMT if you are doing ANYTHING else. that is probably the most hardcore psychedelic known to man. fuck.

if you want to have the cognitive ability to use this as a psychiatric aid, then i would recommend against a strong dosage, otherwise you'll just be like "AflhaflJ:AFLJKF" all night... useless

Yeah, they are acid enthusiasts, but not nearly as much as they are drug enthusiasts in general. I've been reading up on that DMT, and it definitely sounds like them. I'm going to stay far away from that for now and probably quite a long time in the future, if ever. According to Erowid, 4g is a ton, and there can't be any way they can do all of that, at least I would hope not.

Erowid seems like a great site. I can't wait to dig more in depth when I get back. The whole idea of making that info widely available to reduce harm seems like a great idea, and anyone here with some spare change should throw it their way.

Do you think I should start with the 3 hits they recommended, or should I only do 2 or 1 and take more if it isn't too intense? I don't want to take too little, because then I might not be really into it until too late in the night. We're going to kick off at 10, and it would be kinda lousy if it was 3 before I finally got to that state of mind that I've been really wanting to reach.

My main worries are still that I'm going to take too much and then become that annoying guy that somebody else has to look after thus ruining their own night, or that this shit with my gf being knocked up is going to freak me out in some way that it hasn't already.

[seth]

take the acid and the x. The x will take edge off the sid. Way Way better trip. Troll baby troll.

I'm really curious about this, and would probably be up for it, just so long as the X isn't going to increase the chance of things going horribly crazy any more than the acid by itself. Is that the case?

[citrus]

yeah, it's always hard to tell because it's completely subjective and depends entirely on your body chemistry. these guys have surely built up a tolerance, which is why i say to take their dosage advice carefully. how many are THEY taking?

i guess if you want to be sure then take 2 hits, but i doubt you'll need 3. what's your height/weight? liquid, paper, smarties?

[seth]

don't drive that boat if You r peaking.Becareful with that shit. Should probably find a trail somewheree n goexploring. Less chance of falling in the water and swimming deeper toget back to shore. If u get my drift. Although water + acid is great.Prob best to do that in a pool. Like nofx said too it's all in our headand no matter what happens always remember you will be normal againyour just stuck ATM LOL.

There are really no trails in the middle of Miami, so we're hoping to hit up one of the more secluded beaches somewhere around the bay area.

haha. i bet your social hierarchy framework will become a pretty weird and abstract concept about 1.5 hours into your trip

this sums it up pretty beautifully.



it's all about set and setting.
set = mindset; how are you going into this? stressed? curious? happy?
setting = company, location, etc.

you'll have a great time from the sounds of it. i would definitely go out boating and to the beach!! hell yeah.

I'm going into this with a bit of stress, but I want to leave that all behind and do something new to try and get out of the ordinary and this horribly repetitive cycle that my life has become.


I'll try and remember that - set and setting - keep thinking positive.

[seth]

yeah, it's always hard to tell because it's completely subjective and depends entirely on your body chemistry. these guys have surely built up a tolerance, which is why i say to take their dosage advice carefully. how many are THEY taking?

i guess if you want to be sure then take 2 hits, but i doubt you'll need 3. what's your height/weight? liquid, paper, smarties?

One of the three that have done it before just told me they're starting at 5 and going from there. He said it is blotter paper. I am 6'4" and weigh about 185.

[gullydwarf]

GREEN MAN!

[RkdJehova]

I hope you fucking die from this shit.

[citrus]

well i'm sure this will be a pretty revealing and life-changing experience for you then. you tend to get what you want out of the experience one way or another, whether it's difficult or fun.

look at it this way: assuming you don't hit the mark and take just the right amount, would you rather have a less than phenomenal trip your first time, or would you rather have a really intense, perhaps uncomfortable, if not jarring experience?

i'm sure it will be rewarding in its own right no matter what happens, but my personal preference is to be a little let down than to have to spend the whole night doing crisis management for myself or my friends.

that reminds me of this one time i had a little house party... 3 of my friends took some ollllddd acid they had in vials... like the last little drops... squeezed as much as they could out of them. they had enough to trip hard alright... but it was the dregs of the vial, and the chemical structure was probably all fucked up from age and heat. they ended up crying for like an hour. then one went upstairs, turned on the sink, got water all over the floor, and fell onto the floor while trying to piss, laid there in a puddle of water.

my other friend stripped down completely naked, got on my coffee table, and started kicking glasses, magazines, etc. off of it. then jumped on the floor and started walking in circles saying "there is no right, only left."

rofl. it is funny in retrospect.

[seth]

I'm hoping it will be. I could really use something like that right now. I'm conflicted on whether it would be worse to do a bit too little or a bit too much. I don't want to start freaking out and be a burden to those around me, but then again, I don't want it to be a relatively mild experience that won't be quite as memorable as I would have hoped for. I think I am going to depart from their recommendation and start at 2 and see where it goes from there. I can always take more, but never less.

[ytcracker]

have fun i liked it but havent done it in forever probably wouldnt do it again

its kind of like being in the matrix theres none of that fucking blue smurfs running around fucking unicorns and shit its just like lights play with you and shadows and puddles breathe and when you can harness and control it it is kind of cool you can bend spoons

[seth]

I'd love to see some Matrix action tonight.


And with that, I'm off to Miami. Hopefully 95-S isn't crowded. It normally isn't this time of night. Wish me luck.

[emo porn]

sorta late to drop some cid. you'll be up well until noon tmrw.

[Open Circuit]

I ate 2 ounces of shrooms over the course of 24 hours one time.

LOL KNOLLS

[seth]

Well, it happened, and it was an insane experience. Literally insane. This was, by far, both the craziest and most meaningful experience so far in my life.

Thank you for all your input on this before I went.



I left my house with a sense of anticipation and eagerness. It was certainly a feeling I hadn't felt in quite a long while. I was both on edge and excited, as I had the sense that this would be an interruption to the routine of life. The past two years have been very predictable, and I had the feeling that whatever was to happen shortly, for better or worse, would certainly be an interruption to a very predictable cycle whose only unpredictability arose from specifics, that, while unpredictable in their specific form, were completely expected occurrences.

Although I wasn't running late, I couldn't help but run 120 in the HOV lane all the way down south on I-95. Although this seemed like a sure way to encounter the police in an ironic twist of pre-trip fate, I couldn't overcome the desire to get there and see what this was all about.

I had grown up being told that acid was for hippies who simply could not handle reality. For many years that was the reality. After graduation from high school, I had begun smoking grass and experimenting with pharmaceuticals occasionally, but this seemed okay. After all, these drugs were perfectly acceptable things for people of means to do when they needed a temporary escape from the stress of reality. There was nothing wrong with that, but I certainly wasn't a brain melting hippie. The first departure from this world view I had seen in my life was with the group I was about to meet. These were highly intelligent people, with more income than they could waste, no rigid schedule, and virtually unlimited free time. These people could do anything they wanted - they certainly weren't hippies, nor did they harbor any deep-rooted mental problems - so why would they, of all people, be heavy into the psychedelic experience? I never understood it. I passed them off as mid-20's kids who were looking for a some atypical escape from reality not at the hands of the "normal" drugs we all know and love. I had been looking down on this behavior, for reasons I never really understood, and certainly never wanted to participate in it, but this event was different. These people, in which I have placed a great deal of trust, had told me this was something that I needed to do. It wasn't merely another party or form of weekend escape - it had, in their eyes, become something vital to my continued well being. Despite my hesitation, I was, minute by minute, believing this more and more. I didn't understand it then, but I would shortly.

I arrived shortly after 10:00PM, and spent the next half hour just killing time as everyone was getting settled in. Finally, the moment I had been waiting for arrived. The guy with the supplies showed us what we would be consuming that night. He had a small sheet of perforated paper, decorated with intricate, tie-dye patterns, measuring five squares wide by ten squares long. The entire sheet was tiny, and I would only be starting with one fiftieth of it. The idea that something so small could so radically transform reality was exciting in and of itself. He also had a baggie of what appeared to be very clear, sharp, glassine crystals. Someone else had brought the X and an ample supply of good, sticky weed.

I decided to start with one, not three. I could always take more. I took the small square, placed it in my mouth. It was faintly bitter and metallic. I held it there for a minute or so, and finally swallowed.

We had been shooting the shit for a half hour or so, sitting on the deck, staring out over Biscayne Bay, watching the few boats go by as the waves rolled in, when suddenly I felt that something was different. I couldn't describe what it was, or even begin to assess the feeling, but in my mind I knew that the act of sitting and talking had taken on a completely different feel. I had to get up and walk around, and find something to occupy myself, as the mere act of sitting still felt uncomfortable and unnatural. As I wandered, the effects started to become more pronounced. Depth was starting to take on a new meaning, and what were ordinary, plain, square surfaces began to take on an ever increasing shimmer, as the hidden curves of each and every object made themselves noticed. I was bent, fucked up, and starting to enjoy it. The drug had made its presence known, and now there was no mistaking that I was under the influence of something. I asked for another hit.

I took the second as I did the first. By now, I was feeling that whatever was about to happen would be a departure from the various degrees of intoxication I had experienced before. I sat down, in an empty room, took out my phone, and made a call to resolve an outstanding business issue. What should have been a routine call to resolve a frequent issue was nowhere near ordinary. The typical dialogue I encounter almost every day became a complicated, broken affair. The laws of cause and effect were starting to break, and what should have been a simple, sequential solution had become broken into many unconnected yet related parts that I couldn't for the life of me communicate in a coherent manner. Things which should have required one simple term commonly understood by both parties became five minute ordeals that required convoluted descriptions ultimately grasping at but failing to secure a common understanding. The conversation had taken on a whole other feel, in which all I could do was agree with what the other party had believed I was trying to say. Frustrated with this whole endeavor, I hung up and began my way back outside.

At this point, walking outside was no trivial matter. The forms of the rooms, hallways, and furniture with distinctly in tune with my motion, and the entire concept of depth perception was starting to become altered. Finding my way outide was no easy task. I was searching for something. I didn't know what it was, but I was sure I would know it when I saw it. My search was futile, though, so I gave up and finally found my way back. It was evident that I was now strongly under the influence of an entirely new feeling of intoxication. At this point, it was still an intoxication. I knew I had taken a potent drug, and the effects were felt. In my mind, I still had the choice of fighting the experience and trying to remain somewhat composed, or I could flow with the experience and wherever it may take me. Whatever the outcome, the feeling of choice was there.

I had made my way outside, and was now truly beginning to feel the real effects of this experience. While chain smoking for what seemed like an eternity, I had discovered a new form of amusement. I was playing games with my own field of vision, focusing on two points in close proximity to each other. The distance between these two points would remain relatively fixed over short periods of time, but the distances of everything periphereal was fluid and constantly changing. Something was bending the light. Reflections on the water were dancing independent of the waves. The stars in the sky were no longer fixed points of reference, but almost insect like points of light buzzing around in unpredictable patterns. The prismatic shimmer of every lit surface was now readily apparent. Textured surfaces were no longer distorted and bent. The very features of these surfaces were now swirling with no regard for the fixed distances that my mind told me must lie between them. I sat for what seemed like hours in a child like sense of amusement and awe. What should have been an ordinary observation on the effects of a hallucinogen on the mind, and a rational explaination for what was happening, had become a source of wonder and amusement. Reality had become an interactive game, and I was free to play it any way I chose.

About this time a general sentiment that I can only describe as "right" began to set in. Things were the way they should be, no, the way they were meant to be. I made a second, pitiful attempt at conversation. I couldn't achieve any resemblance of coherency, but this time it was okay, as nobody else could either. Everybody knew what they wanted to say, and what the others were trying to say, but nobody could seem to form coherent, logical thought, nor get others to see things as they did - at least this was the perception I was feeling. From my point of view, social interaction had become broken on a fundamental level, but without ill effect, as the shattering of normalcy was mutual in all regards, or so it seemed. This was nothing like any other intoxication I had experienced before. While trying to form incoherent thoughts with the wrong words, I was really more preoccupied with things that had never really seemed important nor stimulating - swirling ice in a glass, watching the waves, the surfaces of cloth, leather, metal, plastic, and all sorts of textures, alternate sensations of a cool glass against the warm Miami air or the radiant heat of skin. Still, though, I felt in control, and the experience was mine to do with as I chose, despite the profound ways in which it was affecting my perception, my social interaction, or the broken thoughts running through my mind.

[seth]

At this point, I asked for my third hit and soon got it. The effects of the first two doses had taken a while to set in, but within five minutes, everything had changed. The last semi-logical thought to run through my mind was that this couldn't be from the third hit. Either the first two were still coming on, the third being completely irrelevant at this point, or the very act of taking the third had pushed my mind beyond a threshold it has never approached before. At this point, I wasn't aware of much in what reality actually was, but it was obvious that I was no longer in control. The illusion of choice had disappeared, and the experience and life itself was guiding me and dictating every last feeling and action. Nothing made sense at this point. The warm, flowing water of the jacuzzi should have been more liquid than the jello like consistency it had taken on. Although things were not right, it shouldn't have been pushing back against me as hard as it was. It was quite rude and forceful, and didn't seem to show any care for what I was feeling right now. It eventually relented around the time the host's topless girlfriend got in. It wasn't awkward at all. I think everybody was too far gone for there to be any awkwardness. She had a bad vibe from talking too much. I would later learn that she was the only one not tripping balls at this point. Three of the others had already thrown DMT and X into the mix, unknown to me. I was in my own world at this point. I sat there for an eternity, with my eyes closed, enjoying the show, and playing with the water. She wasn't a concern. I was too busy wondering how I had got here. I thought this was Miami, but Miami never behaved like this before. The place I knew as Miami was govererned by rules, the rules of nature and physics, and I had never bent these rules before. I had never played with those rules before. And they had certainly never played with me. I needed to know who I was, and what I was doing here. Why was I here, and how could a place this strange exist. How could I not have found this place in thirty years of living? The answer started to come into focus and some of the events that had led me here were being played over and over like a sound byte on th evening news. No, not like that, because that is forward in its chronological nature. The tape that was playing was running backwards.

From this point on memory and time was pretty much gone. My mind was lagging and my vision was dropping frames in between being bent incoherently in a kalediscopic manner, with no depth perception whatsoever. Nothing made sense and all I can recall are still frames. I remember the stero had begun making hostile advances against my corner. I remember being pulled out of the sticky water, and given a towel that must have been made from cat on account of its softness. I was brought inside and seated at a table with many, many lines of pre prepared crystalline powder. I was told I had to try it. There was no choice. Choice was gone at this point. I spent what seemed like an hour getting a bill out of my pocket and rolling it up. The powder was harsh and burnt in waves. It took forever to do nothing. Everybody had done another but I didn't do any more because it did nothing. The decision had been made for me. Somebody handed me a clear glass pipe with this stuff in it. They lit it for me and told me to keep inhaling, not exhale, and count backwards from ten on my fingers. No sooner than I was done inhaling did I start do do something strange with my hands then fell backwards through the floor in a freefall, being tossed through the air by the color green. There was everything all at once, then nothing, then everything again, on and on. There was a loud metallic ringing whose left and right were out of sync and off color. I spent several months like this. Three people at the point of a white cone were pulling on me, but I pulled on the couch harder and got out, fell, closed my eyes, watched the show, and thought about my life. I was told by those who weren't completely gone after the fact that while I was wherever I was, my body at least could not sit still on the couch until I seemed to tire and just laid there, alternating between stuttering, yelling, and silence.

I don't know what really happened that whole time, apart from the images in my mind when I finally came back, and what everybody told me I was doing after it all melted. The next clear image I had was of it being after 5:30AM. I don't know if I was asleep, passed out, or just so immersed in the experience. I didn't really recall much of it other than personal memories, but when the heavy stuff had passed, the I couldn't recall what just happened, but remembered it to be too vivid to be a dream. It was certainly real. I had a hard time walking at first. Everything was still melting like a Salvador Dali painting, and surfaces still shimmered and twisted, but I felt back in control of the experience not merely a rider on wherever it was taking me.

I stumbled outside for some fresh air and wandered around on the lawn. My car was not in the driveway. I ran inside and the keys were there. This was not happening. What the fuck happened, and how does somebody take a car when the driveway is gated and the keys are still inside? I was still too wasted to figure this out and just laid on the floor. Eventually the host's girlfriend admitted I had let her borrow it to drive to Taco Bell, but she drove it there in first gear, not knowing what a paddle shifter is. She left it and had a friend pick her up and didn't tell anyone because everyone was tripping and that would ruin the trip, as if it actually had been stolen wouldn't have.

I laid back down and waited until things were finally more coherent then headed home around 2PM. Laid down and slept until 1AM. Woke up, wrote most of this, then laid back down and tried to integrate what had just happened. Things were making more sense and I could remember more. Woke up at 6AM, placed a few trades I had planned, then laid around and watched television and the market meltdown.

As of right now, I am still trying to come to grips with what happened, what it meant, and what I have to do from here. The sensation of pressure has been replaced by pins and needles. Flat surfaces are still slightly curved, and my depth perception is off. Things are starting to feel more normal now.

What I have learned is this:

1. This is the single most important event of my life so far.
2. What I thought I knew, I don't. What I knew means precisely dick, as there is a world of mind beyond the physical that can't be described with words.
3. There is no set reality. Reality is what we see and feel. Assuming things to be any more real than that is awfully pretentious.
4. This is a wonderful activity, and I can see the appeal to those looking for an intellectual experience as opposed to a cheap high.
5. I should have had a pocket recorder with me.
6. I took too much acid for a first experience. I need to learn how to perceive this new world before I go venturing too far into it.
7. DMT is a gate to either heaven, hell, or aliens. I don't know which but shame on those who told me that I needed to try this when I was tripping hard for the first time. Stay the fuck away from this stuff unless you have a bunch of experience. I think this basically caused a near death experience, or at least the perception of one.
8. Women can't drive.
9. My senses and perception of time are still way off. I had no clue how long this was until I looked back on it, and I don't remember writing most of it, although I had a strong urge to write this out so I can look back on this for my own reference.
10. Perception is a very misleading thing. I still don't know the difference between what actually happened and what I remember as happening. The only way to really know is to ask, which I still haven't done.
11. I will be doing acid again.



Thank you for all your input.

[jing]

one of the posters on DG i actually like, thanks for your story seth

[bling]

holy fucking novel, im not reading any of that

[turk]

reading ATM

[suave]

you know what i would read that if i gave a shit.
no offense mr seth

but smoke blunts not acid
you will thank me later

[prod]

one of the posters on DG i actually like, thanks for your story seth

[turk]

ayooo suave, I smoke and drop acid, I love it, kind of cleanses my mind

[suave]

TO EACH THEIR OWN.

WHERE IM FROM I ONLY SMOKE AND DRINK
IF YOUR IN VEGAS OR MIAMI OR ON VACATION
YOU CAN FUCK WITH THE WHITE

OTHERWISE NONO

[qbert]

ugh just what we need another hippie

[emo porn]

lsd <3

[turk]

TO EACH THEIR OWN.

WHERE IM FROM I ONLY SMOKE AND DRINK
IF YOUR IN VEGAS OR MIAMI OR ON VACATION
YOU CAN FUCK WITH THE WHITE

OTHERWISE NONO

I hate coke, but damn, its smells oh so good.

[seth]

Cleanse seems like such a fucking understatement. I'm thinking more along the lines of a total brain reboot.

I don't really know how to describe it or even if words can do it justice, other than to say I'm going to be picking up the pieces for a week and figuring out what is real, what is an illusion, and what I missed.

Its like holy fucking scary how can that much exist in your mind? Most people will never even learn it is there, which is a damn shame.

[turk]

thats only after the first time though, do it multiple times and holla at me with the way you feel

[seth]

Seriously, its like I've just been unplugged from the Matrix. I have no idea if what I think is real is even real and if the real stuff is even in my memory.

[turk]

you're going to be questioning a lot of your reality now

[Brasko]

tldr

[elul21]

seth i hope you already write books, and if you dont please go for writing books as a career.

[swishersweet]

cool