to get royally messed up on some high end hallucinogenic, for the first time in years.
I think the last thing I tripped on was probably purple microdot acid, eating 3-4 tabs on a Halloween night in 1981.
I still recall the horror of a Burger King commercial —
the way the rubber balls bounced up and down in mid air with no apparent pattern except any I could impose.
there was a mirror and solitude in my room for several hours, dealing with synesthetic hallucinations of all kinds mostly engendered by Mark Lyness’ supercharged Fury III idling outside my window for what seemed like hours.
Why do I miss this? What did I gain that has kept it so fresh for me?
I don’t recall myself before this in a coherent way. It’s as if the memories are sealed away and I’m just seeing them from a distance, you dig?
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UPDATE: Just for the record, I won’t be doing this. I’m more struck by the simple fact that after 23 years, I’ve got this sudden craving. Why, I wonder?
I did pretty much every drug you can think of as a teenager/young adult; sometimes experimentally (heroin, downers), sometimes more regularly (acid, shrooms, speed, cocaine, pot). Booze didn’t show up till I turned 18.
Over the years, I’ve reduced or eliminated everything except an occasional glass of Scotch or a beer now and again.
So the chances of me heading off on a bender are slim to none. Thanks for looking out for me though.
( I think it’s more a fascination with being out of control, or something…some experience I’m looking to regain or replicate…)
Dark Matter 
July 21st, 2004 at 6:05 am
Re: trips
Yes, indeed!
I have always thought I’d like to get that in depth with the spiritual and try some peyote…but alas, as you’ve pointed out it is hard to find. Also, I have been afraid that I would not do it right and anger the spirits.
July 21st, 2004 at 6:05 am
Re: trips
Yes, indeed!
I have always thought I’d like to get that in depth with the spiritual and try some peyote…but alas, as you’ve pointed out it is hard to find. Also, I have been afraid that I would not do it right and anger the spirits.
July 21st, 2004 at 6:05 am
Re: trips
Yes, indeed!
I have always thought I’d like to get that in depth with the spiritual and try some peyote…but alas, as you’ve pointed out it is hard to find. Also, I have been afraid that I would not do it right and anger the spirits.
July 21st, 2004 at 6:05 am
Re: trips
Yes, indeed!
I have always thought I’d like to get that in depth with the spiritual and try some peyote…but alas, as you’ve pointed out it is hard to find. Also, I have been afraid that I would not do it right and anger the spirits.
July 17th, 2004 at 1:09 pm
Re: trips
Yup — and it’s nice to see you back.
I always preferred naturals myself — synthetics being too unpredictable and too into the full-on fuck up where I was concerned. Shrooms were fun, as were Hawaiian woodrose seeds and datura.
Peyote, my first love, is too hard to find and too culturally significant for me to think of it as recreational…but I did my share, and those were some important trips.
MEMORIES…Light the corners of the oddly shaped room…
July 17th, 2004 at 1:09 pm
Re: trips
Yup — and it’s nice to see you back.
I always preferred naturals myself — synthetics being too unpredictable and too into the full-on fuck up where I was concerned. Shrooms were fun, as were Hawaiian woodrose seeds and datura.
Peyote, my first love, is too hard to find and too culturally significant for me to think of it as recreational…but I did my share, and those were some important trips.
MEMORIES…Light the corners of the oddly shaped room…
July 17th, 2004 at 1:09 pm
Re: trips
Yup — and it’s nice to see you back.
I always preferred naturals myself — synthetics being too unpredictable and too into the full-on fuck up where I was concerned. Shrooms were fun, as were Hawaiian woodrose seeds and datura.
Peyote, my first love, is too hard to find and too culturally significant for me to think of it as recreational…but I did my share, and those were some important trips.
MEMORIES…Light the corners of the oddly shaped room…
July 17th, 2004 at 1:09 pm
Re: trips
Yup — and it’s nice to see you back.
I always preferred naturals myself — synthetics being too unpredictable and too into the full-on fuck up where I was concerned. Shrooms were fun, as were Hawaiian woodrose seeds and datura.
Peyote, my first love, is too hard to find and too culturally significant for me to think of it as recreational…but I did my share, and those were some important trips.
MEMORIES…Light the corners of the oddly shaped room…
July 17th, 2004 at 6:38 am
trips
Certainly it’s good to hear that you will resist this urge. I think if it is not something you’re comfortable with, or it does not fit in with your current lifestyle, OR (and this is of paramount importantance)if you are on serious Meds it’s best to stay away from this stuff.
However, for practical purposes I am going to say this. If you do this, or if anyone does this, synthetic chemicals are NOT the way to go. Shrooms rule in this department…they are naturally occurring and less likely to set you off on some terror-filled rampage. There is spirituality connected with natural hallucinogens, so I would never be one to say they are toxic.
However, it’s a by case kind of thing. I think you get the idea. What may be good for some may not be so good for you. Good call on resisting!
P.S. Sorry I am just getting caught up with LJ. I think you may know why it has taken me so long to get back in the swing.
July 17th, 2004 at 6:38 am
trips
Certainly it’s good to hear that you will resist this urge. I think if it is not something you’re comfortable with, or it does not fit in with your current lifestyle, OR (and this is of paramount importantance)if you are on serious Meds it’s best to stay away from this stuff.
However, for practical purposes I am going to say this. If you do this, or if anyone does this, synthetic chemicals are NOT the way to go. Shrooms rule in this department…they are naturally occurring and less likely to set you off on some terror-filled rampage. There is spirituality connected with natural hallucinogens, so I would never be one to say they are toxic.
However, it’s a by case kind of thing. I think you get the idea. What may be good for some may not be so good for you. Good call on resisting!
P.S. Sorry I am just getting caught up with LJ. I think you may know why it has taken me so long to get back in the swing.
July 17th, 2004 at 6:38 am
trips
Certainly it’s good to hear that you will resist this urge. I think if it is not something you’re comfortable with, or it does not fit in with your current lifestyle, OR (and this is of paramount importantance)if you are on serious Meds it’s best to stay away from this stuff.
However, for practical purposes I am going to say this. If you do this, or if anyone does this, synthetic chemicals are NOT the way to go. Shrooms rule in this department…they are naturally occurring and less likely to set you off on some terror-filled rampage. There is spirituality connected with natural hallucinogens, so I would never be one to say they are toxic.
However, it’s a by case kind of thing. I think you get the idea. What may be good for some may not be so good for you. Good call on resisting!
P.S. Sorry I am just getting caught up with LJ. I think you may know why it has taken me so long to get back in the swing.
July 17th, 2004 at 6:38 am
trips
Certainly it’s good to hear that you will resist this urge. I think if it is not something you’re comfortable with, or it does not fit in with your current lifestyle, OR (and this is of paramount importantance)if you are on serious Meds it’s best to stay away from this stuff.
However, for practical purposes I am going to say this. If you do this, or if anyone does this, synthetic chemicals are NOT the way to go. Shrooms rule in this department…they are naturally occurring and less likely to set you off on some terror-filled rampage. There is spirituality connected with natural hallucinogens, so I would never be one to say they are toxic.
However, it’s a by case kind of thing. I think you get the idea. What may be good for some may not be so good for you. Good call on resisting!
P.S. Sorry I am just getting caught up with LJ. I think you may know why it has taken me so long to get back in the swing.
July 14th, 2004 at 7:23 pm
Don’t worry, folks: no fear of me actually doing this. I’m just fascinated by the sudden, resurgent urge for it after 23 years.
July 14th, 2004 at 7:23 pm
Don’t worry, folks: no fear of me actually doing this. I’m just fascinated by the sudden, resurgent urge for it after 23 years.
July 14th, 2004 at 7:23 pm
Don’t worry, folks: no fear of me actually doing this. I’m just fascinated by the sudden, resurgent urge for it after 23 years.
July 14th, 2004 at 7:23 pm
Don’t worry, folks: no fear of me actually doing this. I’m just fascinated by the sudden, resurgent urge for it after 23 years.
July 14th, 2004 at 6:08 pm
don’t worry about it too much
You’d have a hell of a time finding acid around here. Admittedly, I’ve been out of circulation, but nobody’s had much of it for years. It’s mostly ecstacy and shrooms.
Not that I would know.
About that.
July 14th, 2004 at 6:08 pm
don’t worry about it too much
You’d have a hell of a time finding acid around here. Admittedly, I’ve been out of circulation, but nobody’s had much of it for years. It’s mostly ecstacy and shrooms.
Not that I would know.
About that.
July 14th, 2004 at 6:08 pm
don’t worry about it too much
You’d have a hell of a time finding acid around here. Admittedly, I’ve been out of circulation, but nobody’s had much of it for years. It’s mostly ecstacy and shrooms.
Not that I would know.
About that.
July 14th, 2004 at 6:08 pm
don’t worry about it too much
You’d have a hell of a time finding acid around here. Admittedly, I’ve been out of circulation, but nobody’s had much of it for years. It’s mostly ecstacy and shrooms.
Not that I would know.
About that.
July 14th, 2004 at 5:10 pm
You know…..
I was also going to mention the correlation between mental instability and hallucinogens, but you strike me as a very intelligent guy, so I would assume that you would know better, mister! Don’t fucking do it!
Read a book. Write a poem. Talk to a friend. There are tons of mind-blowing experiences that don’t involve a possible trip to the e.r. room, if you know what I mean, sweetie. 🙂
July 14th, 2004 at 5:10 pm
You know…..
I was also going to mention the correlation between mental instability and hallucinogens, but you strike me as a very intelligent guy, so I would assume that you would know better, mister! Don’t fucking do it!
Read a book. Write a poem. Talk to a friend. There are tons of mind-blowing experiences that don’t involve a possible trip to the e.r. room, if you know what I mean, sweetie. 🙂
July 14th, 2004 at 5:10 pm
You know…..
I was also going to mention the correlation between mental instability and hallucinogens, but you strike me as a very intelligent guy, so I would assume that you would know better, mister! Don’t fucking do it!
Read a book. Write a poem. Talk to a friend. There are tons of mind-blowing experiences that don’t involve a possible trip to the e.r. room, if you know what I mean, sweetie. 🙂
July 14th, 2004 at 5:10 pm
You know…..
I was also going to mention the correlation between mental instability and hallucinogens, but you strike me as a very intelligent guy, so I would assume that you would know better, mister! Don’t fucking do it!
Read a book. Write a poem. Talk to a friend. There are tons of mind-blowing experiences that don’t involve a possible trip to the e.r. room, if you know what I mean, sweetie. 🙂
July 14th, 2004 at 4:11 pm
you already know, i’m sure, of the correlations between LSD and BPD, and how it can cause or worsen it. i didn’t do acid that often, but the effects it had on me were really long lasting. i’d trip for a few days (on the same amount that would make others trip for several hours), and i’d still be having much less noticeable effects for weeks afterward.
i still get cravings for it. i want the beautiful manic place it brings me to and the remnants of it that will stick with me. i WANT it. i used to even want to find a way to be tripping permanently.
the comedown is what kills me. litter, pollution, inhumanity, war… it tears away at me, and i just can’t stand it. suicide seems all too appealing and possible–even necessary.
and even before the comedown, i have calmly decided that it was time to end my life. i’m just glad i tend to tell someone that i’m about to do it–in a calm, matter-of-fact way, assuring them that it’s really what’s best. i *have* to have a babysitter. and when you’re tripping for days after everyone else has gone back to their regular lives, it’s rough.
there was also the time when i tried to will my spirit out of my body, to pass on to the other side. but they wouldn’t let me. i was terribly disappointed at the time.
i always assumed that it was the suicidal tendencies that were the most dangerous part of acid for me, but i’ve been craving it for a while now, and i’ve been seriously thinking about the effects it would have on me, and i’m realizing that the effects don’t just last a few days. i look back at the times i dosed, and i realize that in the following weeks, i’d have serious struggles with psychosis and severe swings.
ugh. i still want it. but i think that i’ve realized that, for me, it’s just not worth the risk.
July 14th, 2004 at 4:11 pm
you already know, i’m sure, of the correlations between LSD and BPD, and how it can cause or worsen it. i didn’t do acid that often, but the effects it had on me were really long lasting. i’d trip for a few days (on the same amount that would make others trip for several hours), and i’d still be having much less noticeable effects for weeks afterward.
i still get cravings for it. i want the beautiful manic place it brings me to and the remnants of it that will stick with me. i WANT it. i used to even want to find a way to be tripping permanently.
the comedown is what kills me. litter, pollution, inhumanity, war… it tears away at me, and i just can’t stand it. suicide seems all too appealing and possible–even necessary.
and even before the comedown, i have calmly decided that it was time to end my life. i’m just glad i tend to tell someone that i’m about to do it–in a calm, matter-of-fact way, assuring them that it’s really what’s best. i *have* to have a babysitter. and when you’re tripping for days after everyone else has gone back to their regular lives, it’s rough.
there was also the time when i tried to will my spirit out of my body, to pass on to the other side. but they wouldn’t let me. i was terribly disappointed at the time.
i always assumed that it was the suicidal tendencies that were the most dangerous part of acid for me, but i’ve been craving it for a while now, and i’ve been seriously thinking about the effects it would have on me, and i’m realizing that the effects don’t just last a few days. i look back at the times i dosed, and i realize that in the following weeks, i’d have serious struggles with psychosis and severe swings.
ugh. i still want it. but i think that i’ve realized that, for me, it’s just not worth the risk.
July 14th, 2004 at 4:11 pm
you already know, i’m sure, of the correlations between LSD and BPD, and how it can cause or worsen it. i didn’t do acid that often, but the effects it had on me were really long lasting. i’d trip for a few days (on the same amount that would make others trip for several hours), and i’d still be having much less noticeable effects for weeks afterward.
i still get cravings for it. i want the beautiful manic place it brings me to and the remnants of it that will stick with me. i WANT it. i used to even want to find a way to be tripping permanently.
the comedown is what kills me. litter, pollution, inhumanity, war… it tears away at me, and i just can’t stand it. suicide seems all too appealing and possible–even necessary.
and even before the comedown, i have calmly decided that it was time to end my life. i’m just glad i tend to tell someone that i’m about to do it–in a calm, matter-of-fact way, assuring them that it’s really what’s best. i *have* to have a babysitter. and when you’re tripping for days after everyone else has gone back to their regular lives, it’s rough.
there was also the time when i tried to will my spirit out of my body, to pass on to the other side. but they wouldn’t let me. i was terribly disappointed at the time.
i always assumed that it was the suicidal tendencies that were the most dangerous part of acid for me, but i’ve been craving it for a while now, and i’ve been seriously thinking about the effects it would have on me, and i’m realizing that the effects don’t just last a few days. i look back at the times i dosed, and i realize that in the following weeks, i’d have serious struggles with psychosis and severe swings.
ugh. i still want it. but i think that i’ve realized that, for me, it’s just not worth the risk.
July 14th, 2004 at 4:11 pm
you already know, i’m sure, of the correlations between LSD and BPD, and how it can cause or worsen it. i didn’t do acid that often, but the effects it had on me were really long lasting. i’d trip for a few days (on the same amount that would make others trip for several hours), and i’d still be having much less noticeable effects for weeks afterward.
i still get cravings for it. i want the beautiful manic place it brings me to and the remnants of it that will stick with me. i WANT it. i used to even want to find a way to be tripping permanently.
the comedown is what kills me. litter, pollution, inhumanity, war… it tears away at me, and i just can’t stand it. suicide seems all too appealing and possible–even necessary.
and even before the comedown, i have calmly decided that it was time to end my life. i’m just glad i tend to tell someone that i’m about to do it–in a calm, matter-of-fact way, assuring them that it’s really what’s best. i *have* to have a babysitter. and when you’re tripping for days after everyone else has gone back to their regular lives, it’s rough.
there was also the time when i tried to will my spirit out of my body, to pass on to the other side. but they wouldn’t let me. i was terribly disappointed at the time.
i always assumed that it was the suicidal tendencies that were the most dangerous part of acid for me, but i’ve been craving it for a while now, and i’ve been seriously thinking about the effects it would have on me, and i’m realizing that the effects don’t just last a few days. i look back at the times i dosed, and i realize that in the following weeks, i’d have serious struggles with psychosis and severe swings.
ugh. i still want it. but i think that i’ve realized that, for me, it’s just not worth the risk.
July 14th, 2004 at 2:06 pm
I was fed acid once… folks thought it would be fun to get the trip daddy all wonky…
When i wandered out of the cornfield the next day ( Yes, cornfield… tragically stereotypical but utterly true ) they were all lined up against the edge of it, dozing, sleeping whatever. Apparently I had been screaming in abject terror in the cornfield and non of them had the guts to go in and get me.
Go figure, don’t fuck with your parents.
Chemicals are for removing paint from a canvas you want to reuse, not for removing pain from a brain you want to reuse.
-L
July 14th, 2004 at 2:06 pm
I was fed acid once… folks thought it would be fun to get the trip daddy all wonky…
When i wandered out of the cornfield the next day ( Yes, cornfield… tragically stereotypical but utterly true ) they were all lined up against the edge of it, dozing, sleeping whatever. Apparently I had been screaming in abject terror in the cornfield and non of them had the guts to go in and get me.
Go figure, don’t fuck with your parents.
Chemicals are for removing paint from a canvas you want to reuse, not for removing pain from a brain you want to reuse.
-L
July 14th, 2004 at 2:06 pm
I was fed acid once… folks thought it would be fun to get the trip daddy all wonky…
When i wandered out of the cornfield the next day ( Yes, cornfield… tragically stereotypical but utterly true ) they were all lined up against the edge of it, dozing, sleeping whatever. Apparently I had been screaming in abject terror in the cornfield and non of them had the guts to go in and get me.
Go figure, don’t fuck with your parents.
Chemicals are for removing paint from a canvas you want to reuse, not for removing pain from a brain you want to reuse.
-L
July 14th, 2004 at 2:06 pm
I was fed acid once… folks thought it would be fun to get the trip daddy all wonky…
When i wandered out of the cornfield the next day ( Yes, cornfield… tragically stereotypical but utterly true ) they were all lined up against the edge of it, dozing, sleeping whatever. Apparently I had been screaming in abject terror in the cornfield and non of them had the guts to go in and get me.
Go figure, don’t fuck with your parents.
Chemicals are for removing paint from a canvas you want to reuse, not for removing pain from a brain you want to reuse.
-L
July 14th, 2004 at 2:02 pm
resist.
July 14th, 2004 at 2:02 pm
resist.
July 14th, 2004 at 2:02 pm
resist.
July 14th, 2004 at 2:02 pm
resist.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:53 pm
Re: dude
Rachel, if I’m a trippin’ you won’t NEED the costume to freak me out. I am a dangerous fuckhead under the influence.
At Umass, I once attacked a cop with a knife while on orange. The only reason I got away was because I was faster and when I got in, I shaved my beard. (Very carefully.)
It’s the main reason I gave up chemicals entirely after 1981. And I had pretty much given up everything else by 1995 or so; I think I smoked a joint with bowerbird in CT in 97, but that’s about it.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:53 pm
Re: dude
Rachel, if I’m a trippin’ you won’t NEED the costume to freak me out. I am a dangerous fuckhead under the influence.
At Umass, I once attacked a cop with a knife while on orange. The only reason I got away was because I was faster and when I got in, I shaved my beard. (Very carefully.)
It’s the main reason I gave up chemicals entirely after 1981. And I had pretty much given up everything else by 1995 or so; I think I smoked a joint with bowerbird in CT in 97, but that’s about it.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:53 pm
Re: dude
Rachel, if I’m a trippin’ you won’t NEED the costume to freak me out. I am a dangerous fuckhead under the influence.
At Umass, I once attacked a cop with a knife while on orange. The only reason I got away was because I was faster and when I got in, I shaved my beard. (Very carefully.)
It’s the main reason I gave up chemicals entirely after 1981. And I had pretty much given up everything else by 1995 or so; I think I smoked a joint with bowerbird in CT in 97, but that’s about it.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:53 pm
Re: dude
Rachel, if I’m a trippin’ you won’t NEED the costume to freak me out. I am a dangerous fuckhead under the influence.
At Umass, I once attacked a cop with a knife while on orange. The only reason I got away was because I was faster and when I got in, I shaved my beard. (Very carefully.)
It’s the main reason I gave up chemicals entirely after 1981. And I had pretty much given up everything else by 1995 or so; I think I smoked a joint with bowerbird in CT in 97, but that’s about it.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:49 pm
Tony, tripping rules. I’d try to come up with an extra tablet and have you trip with us if you came down to NYC. It’d be awesome to see/hear what experiences you had and what word play came from it.
I recorded some word play last time and still need to have my bud transcribe it for me.
You have such fond memories because truly it’s something that can’t be experienced in normal constraints without going legally insane. Also it turns of eventually, so it’s fascimating to see the world like that for a short time and then have it all return to “normal”.
Here’s my last trip from my journal:
At around 1:30 A.M, my lungs were filled with the properties of a root that enhances the effects of something the body already produces. In less than two seconds I lost my grip on reality. First there was an Earthquake, and then the world shattered like a mirror, everything was slow and shaking. Sound was pure intensity, loud in my head, but not loud out of it. It was brutal and scary at first, but then it became just something absolutely beautiful. I’d seen kaleidoscopes before, but nothing like this. They were EVERYWHERE. I got Nick to grab the tape recorder and we made a little tape where I sang some song, we talked about some bullshit and then I read from a Lenny Bruce book. When we listened later it was really chill stuff. We stayed up looking across the street. Staring at the wall and just talking. At one point we sat outside on his stoop and bullshat. It was awesome.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:49 pm
Tony, tripping rules. I’d try to come up with an extra tablet and have you trip with us if you came down to NYC. It’d be awesome to see/hear what experiences you had and what word play came from it.
I recorded some word play last time and still need to have my bud transcribe it for me.
You have such fond memories because truly it’s something that can’t be experienced in normal constraints without going legally insane. Also it turns of eventually, so it’s fascimating to see the world like that for a short time and then have it all return to “normal”.
Here’s my last trip from my journal:
At around 1:30 A.M, my lungs were filled with the properties of a root that enhances the effects of something the body already produces. In less than two seconds I lost my grip on reality. First there was an Earthquake, and then the world shattered like a mirror, everything was slow and shaking. Sound was pure intensity, loud in my head, but not loud out of it. It was brutal and scary at first, but then it became just something absolutely beautiful. I’d seen kaleidoscopes before, but nothing like this. They were EVERYWHERE. I got Nick to grab the tape recorder and we made a little tape where I sang some song, we talked about some bullshit and then I read from a Lenny Bruce book. When we listened later it was really chill stuff. We stayed up looking across the street. Staring at the wall and just talking. At one point we sat outside on his stoop and bullshat. It was awesome.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:49 pm
Tony, tripping rules. I’d try to come up with an extra tablet and have you trip with us if you came down to NYC. It’d be awesome to see/hear what experiences you had and what word play came from it.
I recorded some word play last time and still need to have my bud transcribe it for me.
You have such fond memories because truly it’s something that can’t be experienced in normal constraints without going legally insane. Also it turns of eventually, so it’s fascimating to see the world like that for a short time and then have it all return to “normal”.
Here’s my last trip from my journal:
At around 1:30 A.M, my lungs were filled with the properties of a root that enhances the effects of something the body already produces. In less than two seconds I lost my grip on reality. First there was an Earthquake, and then the world shattered like a mirror, everything was slow and shaking. Sound was pure intensity, loud in my head, but not loud out of it. It was brutal and scary at first, but then it became just something absolutely beautiful. I’d seen kaleidoscopes before, but nothing like this. They were EVERYWHERE. I got Nick to grab the tape recorder and we made a little tape where I sang some song, we talked about some bullshit and then I read from a Lenny Bruce book. When we listened later it was really chill stuff. We stayed up looking across the street. Staring at the wall and just talking. At one point we sat outside on his stoop and bullshat. It was awesome.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:49 pm
Tony, tripping rules. I’d try to come up with an extra tablet and have you trip with us if you came down to NYC. It’d be awesome to see/hear what experiences you had and what word play came from it.
I recorded some word play last time and still need to have my bud transcribe it for me.
You have such fond memories because truly it’s something that can’t be experienced in normal constraints without going legally insane. Also it turns of eventually, so it’s fascimating to see the world like that for a short time and then have it all return to “normal”.
Here’s my last trip from my journal:
At around 1:30 A.M, my lungs were filled with the properties of a root that enhances the effects of something the body already produces. In less than two seconds I lost my grip on reality. First there was an Earthquake, and then the world shattered like a mirror, everything was slow and shaking. Sound was pure intensity, loud in my head, but not loud out of it. It was brutal and scary at first, but then it became just something absolutely beautiful. I’d seen kaleidoscopes before, but nothing like this. They were EVERYWHERE. I got Nick to grab the tape recorder and we made a little tape where I sang some song, we talked about some bullshit and then I read from a Lenny Bruce book. When we listened later it was really chill stuff. We stayed up looking across the street. Staring at the wall and just talking. At one point we sat outside on his stoop and bullshat. It was awesome.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:47 pm
Re: dude
you are SO dangerous!
July 14th, 2004 at 1:47 pm
Re: dude
you are SO dangerous!
July 14th, 2004 at 1:47 pm
Re: dude
you are SO dangerous!
July 14th, 2004 at 1:47 pm
Re: dude
you are SO dangerous!
July 14th, 2004 at 1:46 pm
that’s a pretty heroic dose, Mr. McKenna, why am I not surprised?
my first, um, experience was in 1981, with Dire Straits on the turntable and Mark Knopfler painting solos in crayon colors as the ceiling started pulsing. my clueless friends wanted to watch a terrible movie on tv, sigh…
have revisited Jimi land (some of us Austinites call it “going to Georgetown” for reasons to goofy to explain here) off and on over the years, with (mostly) splendid results.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:46 pm
that’s a pretty heroic dose, Mr. McKenna, why am I not surprised?
my first, um, experience was in 1981, with Dire Straits on the turntable and Mark Knopfler painting solos in crayon colors as the ceiling started pulsing. my clueless friends wanted to watch a terrible movie on tv, sigh…
have revisited Jimi land (some of us Austinites call it “going to Georgetown” for reasons to goofy to explain here) off and on over the years, with (mostly) splendid results.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:46 pm
that’s a pretty heroic dose, Mr. McKenna, why am I not surprised?
my first, um, experience was in 1981, with Dire Straits on the turntable and Mark Knopfler painting solos in crayon colors as the ceiling started pulsing. my clueless friends wanted to watch a terrible movie on tv, sigh…
have revisited Jimi land (some of us Austinites call it “going to Georgetown” for reasons to goofy to explain here) off and on over the years, with (mostly) splendid results.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:46 pm
that’s a pretty heroic dose, Mr. McKenna, why am I not surprised?
my first, um, experience was in 1981, with Dire Straits on the turntable and Mark Knopfler painting solos in crayon colors as the ceiling started pulsing. my clueless friends wanted to watch a terrible movie on tv, sigh…
have revisited Jimi land (some of us Austinites call it “going to Georgetown” for reasons to goofy to explain here) off and on over the years, with (mostly) splendid results.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:43 pm
dude
if it happens, can i, like, be there?
i promise i’ll wear a full body aluminum foil suit with christmas lights wrapped around my thighs as I hula hoop with a monster truck tire on fire.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:43 pm
dude
if it happens, can i, like, be there?
i promise i’ll wear a full body aluminum foil suit with christmas lights wrapped around my thighs as I hula hoop with a monster truck tire on fire.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:43 pm
dude
if it happens, can i, like, be there?
i promise i’ll wear a full body aluminum foil suit with christmas lights wrapped around my thighs as I hula hoop with a monster truck tire on fire.
July 14th, 2004 at 1:43 pm
dude
if it happens, can i, like, be there?
i promise i’ll wear a full body aluminum foil suit with christmas lights wrapped around my thighs as I hula hoop with a monster truck tire on fire.