stipendlax wrote:
...Best part of it though, when I was coming down, was me being in the backyard. Nothing but wind chimes and subtle winds. I can honestly say I have never experienced such a peaceful moment as that one. It was incredible, what I felt.

I've had a moment like that once in my life, but I was completely sober.

I'd like to try it at least once in my life. I've done enough drugs over the past fews years to know when to quit, but I'm hesitant to do acid. I don't think I'm in the right frame of mind nowadays. If I do end up doing it, it'll be with friends sitting and relaxing in the woods .

http://www.matiklarweinart.com/en/galle ... 3-1965.htm
http://www.matiklarweinart.com/en/galle ... e-1982.htm
http://www.matiklarweinart.com/en/galle ... t-1979.htm


this dude's art + dub reggae = reliable formula for a kickass acid trip

I heard a pretty great story involving LSD this weekend. It occurred at one of the early "new wave festivals" in Louisville around 1979 or so. This incident involved the original members of Malignant Growth and their friend Kelly Smith, better known as Tomato due to his ruddy complexion and bright red hair.

As you might imagine at a punk show circa 1980, there were a number of colorful characters in attendance, including three or four guys painted up like mimes. (Some speculation suggests that their painted faces were inspired by the Baseball Furies in The Warriors.)

The Malignant Growth entourage were all tripping on acid, and Tomato became increasingly agitated whenever he laid eyes on one of these "fucking mimes." The Abromavage brothers pounced on his vulnerability, egging him on and suggesting that the mimes were plotting some sort of evil against him.

At one point in the evening, Chris A. jerked his head at Tomato, who turned to find one of the mimes standing right beside him. Chris claims that Tomato looked back at him, eyes wide with lysergic distress. Without even looking back at the man next to him, Tomato threw a right-handed haymaker and punched the mime right in the side of the head, dropping him to the floor.

According to Mark A., although the mimes looked ridiculous, "those motherfuckers could fight!" The other mimes materialized immediately, and a brawling melee ensued that left Tomato with a bite taken out of one of his calves.

The mimes were never heard from again, and the acid prevented my friends from ever successfully identifying the culprits without their makeup.

That story's great. I've never been able to find acid, but I'd love to try it.

Mr_Deadite wrote:That story's great. I've never been able to find acid,

Well, there was a huge bust. Not as big as the government claimed (imagine that), but it made a difference, apparently.
I read about it here.

-A

Yeah. That bust fucked it up for everyone. I haven't even seen a hit of acid in 3 years and haven't taken any in over five.

Fuckers.

That's okay, I prefer shrooms anyway.

alex maiolo wrote:

Mr_Deadite wrote:That story's great. I've never been able to find acid,

Well, there was a huge bust. Not as big as the government claimed (imagine that), but it made a difference, apparently.
I read about it here.

-A

Thanks for posting that link. I actually worked on the "Monitoring the Future" survey project for a time. Unfortunately, I was just a "survey technician" and never came across any raw data on drug use.

Looks like it was more interesting work than I'd though.

I prefer shrooms.

Well, I hear tell that it's around. So, I should be able to get my hands on some the next time I go back down to Milwaukee.

I used to take cid regularly about 4 years ago. I've had some of the scariest trips but also trips that have been some of the greatest experiences for me ever.

There was one good memory of taking some gel tabs. I remember about 3 hours into it and I was watching my friends television and all the colors on the t.v. became just blue and red. I believe the show, from what I remembered was just a black dude driving a Uhaul off the edge of a volcano screaming like a girl and it kept playing that clip for like 10 minutes.

Later that night I broke a hand sculpted statue my friends mom did of him as a baby a couple days after he was born. Someone handed it to me and it squirmed so I dropped it. I felt like an asshole. Especially since I was peaking around the 4th hour and his mom was crying in front of me really hard. I feel really bad about that.

Man, I took some acid last 4th of July and I ended up breaking my knuckle from socking the bass player from my band in the head after he punched me for kicking him in the nuts for no reason.

I went to the hospital to have 'em fix my hand and they ended up giving me a bunch of pain killers while I was still trippin'.

Anyways, not crap. Everyone should check it out once if they get the chance.