I'm a colored guy. Plus Incredible hulks are dee-lish.Quote:
Originally Posted by Razor Ramon
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I'm a colored guy. Plus Incredible hulks are dee-lish.Quote:
Originally Posted by Razor Ramon
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A young Paul Mooney!
Why the change of heart? The taste is so good!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Kev
the cough syrup, or the nutsack?
We hate cause we <3.Quote:
Originally Posted by Kev
I've had incredible hulks before. Probably the single most disgusting combination in the history of booze.
I don't mind the effect, I found it to be a cleaner kind of high, but the delivery method really is, I dunno, juvenile? Besides, I've kinda tried to get away from synthetic products.Quote:
Originally Posted by Changeling
So I generally try to avoid this thread as of late so as to not deal with being patronized, but last night I took 2 ecstasy pills for the first time as opposed to one (again, tested with chemical testing kit to insure mostly MDMA) and while I was coming down this morning around 6, I wrote this out...might be an interesting read.
After the trip, I took four 5-htps to replenish the seratonin levels and for the most part, have been hangover free. An amazing time, but still hard to justify the price.Quote:
As I entered the fourth hour of being awake and on an empty stomach, the clock struck 11 and I decided tonight would be a great night to explore the world. I set off at 11 and for the next hour and a half, I felt my normal anxiousness and excitement. “It was working, but is this all,” I began to wonder? About 30 minutes in, I listened to 311’s Beautiful Disaster and the words “Today seems like a good day” seeped into my brain and I realized something…This can indeed get better because today is indeed a good day. I decided that, for the first time, I would try to blast off not only once, but twice and a second pill was now on its way. By 12:30, the new and good day started and the cold rocky remains of what used to be a beautiful green puma entered my nose and slid down my throat in halves. I had already set off once, but the ride was just beginning. I sat in a most comfortable chair and with the aid of many a cigarette, took in the world around me as others drank and danced the night away to the wonderful symphonies of Wilco and The Beatles. I was beginning the ride of my life, and the world as I knew it meant nothing just yet.
An hour went by and my “self” was just clearing up. A haze that is forever present in the sober mind was being lifted and pushed away, and I began to understand “why.” An hour or so later, finally entering the deep voids of space after the second boosted blast off, I began the trek to my apartment for the first time. I rolled in the grass and wished everyone knew what my head and, assumedly, the human mind in general was apparently capable of. I understood the world, and the world understood me, but I was incapable of putting anything to word. “I tried and I tried to catch up with the sun” I heard during the early hours in the morning in the words of Pink Floyd. Nothing I could say made sense; I was incapable of putting the world around me into words as it was far beyond anything something as simple as language could transcribe, but it seemed Pink Floyd and once again The Beatles had been to this same place before me and they guided me through its deep crevices with their best efforts. I was never happier in my own body. I understand everything, and I would later tell everyone I encountered throughout the night that “I understand the universe and I am one with the walrus.” It seemed noone but these great musical artists and drug pioneers had ever experienced what I was now feeling, and I felt a distinct bond with them, the people who traveled this journey before me.
I was unable to articulate. I rambled on and on about the slightest thing to cross my path and I began losing recollection of the state of mind that existed before I even began this nonsensical rambling. I was unable to convey the sense of well being and total knowledge I now possessed within a universe that I now wondered if I was inside or simply an outside observer who understood what those inside could not. My mind went off the diving board into the deep end of full knowledge and I was the only one who understood everything but I was ok with that. I took in my surroundings once more almost 5 hours after blast off and the world finally began to make its former self evident and my baseline landing was just beginning. I tried to hold onto the strings that were attached to my new understanding of the world, but they floated up and away and I found myself simply unable to grasp onto the strings of life once more.
Some 6 hours after my initial decision to ride the rolls throughout the night, I began my last journey home and walked down the steps of the apartment. Depression began to set in. I had tapped into a covert life force that was not meant to enter the human mind, and with it I discovered all the secrets of the world and the meaning of life. With this beginning of a trainwreck of a crash, I realized I would no longer understand what I so desperately loved only hours prior, and my grip on this now distant lifeforce slowly loosened. But then a strange and wonderful feeling overwhelmed me. I noticed the world around me once more but this time, as I walked home I was not one with the world and I did not have intimate knowledge of it. The sun was beginning to give a glimpse of its warmth, and the birds sang their tunes of endearment. With this beauty of the early morning, I realized that I was not meant to understand everything and I began to accept that it is beyond me to understand what is going on in the world around me and to continue thinking differently would be foolish. This stuff is best left to the birds and the bees, and I could live peacefully and happily without full omnipotent knowledge of their workings. I made peace with the universe and became grateful for the passing glimpse into the world that is still now lingering, but I became happy that I did not have to forever hold this knowledge. It is far greater than myself and I was not meant to maintain such an awesome and intimate relationship with the world. To understand and hold forever the answer to the question “why,” would destroy me, and anything more than a passing glimpse would be too much for my or any mind to handle. Those who try to hold on too long often find themselves with nothing but new and constant enigmas which they can never solve, but I was free from this fate. But I was certainly thankful for the night of pure ecstasy that, as I type this log of my journey, is still lingering.
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Oh no.Quote:
as others drank and danced the night away to the wonderful symphonies of Wilco
and I would later tell everyone I encountered throughout the night that “I understand the universe and I am one with the walrus.”