I used to read the Calvin and Hobbes books. Still do, sometimes.

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Dumbest webpage ever.

[QUOTE=sketchyjoe]...hey suburbia!
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...hey suburbia!
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Boy on a Stick and Slither
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You'll Have That
Zelda Comic

You should check out Sinfest Nick. I read through the archives over the weekend. It's gnar stuff.

I'll check it out.

I just got into Sock'd, archives were small so I read them last night, pretty funny.

I really hate Hey Suburbia. Where's the joke? I see no joke? And not even no joke in a cool, surrealist kinda "Hotel Grim" way, just unfunny.

Hello community thread mx punk club.

Saturday night into monday morning, I took some psilocin/psychobin mushrooms. Most likely P. Cubensis, I think.

So, without further delay, here be the trip report.


Last night, I finally was able to take shrooms.
Bit of brief hallucinogen history: Before this, I had done acid 4 times, (1 hit three times, three hits once), with varying results. I decided eventually that one hit acid trips weren't really worth it if I couldn't smoke too, and even with smoking, they weren't that impressive.

When I took my first three of acid, I was blown away. There were visuals on everything I looked at, not just patterns, actual hallucinations. In my friends back yard, I saw a family on a beach. I saw a man fishing in the street from his lawn. It was amazing, and I focused almost fully on the visuals. I never really stopped to let my mind process what was going on, so I was in a state of almost perpetual confusion. In the end, I enjoyed it, but I didn't get what I wanted to get out of it.

For a while, I did robitussin constantly. I loved it, it was so strange, however, yet again, I never really tripped 'successfully,' in my mind. I never gained anything, other than a strange feeling after a trip. I've decided to shelf the tussin for a while, and if I do it again, only do third plataeu doses, coupled with meditation.

Last night, around 12:30, I dosed the shrooms. I took two thirds, or slightly less, of an eighth. Chopped them up with scissors as finely as I could get them, and let them sit in orange juice for a moment. It was pretty unapealing, as the shroom bits just floated on the top. I expected it to absorb a bit, more, though I guess it wouldn't make sense if it had. I drank it, having no problems, other than the last gulp which was more chunk than juice, when I gagged a bit, but managed to stomach it.
I sat on the computer for a while, and talked to my friend, the sitter for the night, although he ended up rolling on a weak MDMA/meth heavy pill.
My other friend arrived to trip from work, having already taken 3 hits of acid, and I gave him his third of the shrooms. The weather at this point was getting nasty, and he was soaking wet. I offered to put his hoodie in the washer for him, and he said it was a good idea.

After about 25 or so minutes, my friend who was on acid/shrooms, Kevin, decided to roll a joint of some pretty nice pot. I was ecstatic, as I had tried all day to get even regs and failed. My town was pretty much dry, other than a guy at his work.

(Man, writing this is making my mind rush again. This was really one of the most powerful days of my life, I think)

So we ventured out into the miserable conditions. The wind was blowing incredibly fast, and snow/sleet was falling. The snow had formed a thin layer over this low pile of mulch where a tree used to be, and in spots where there were holes in the snow, an amazing amount of breathing occurred

We finished up the joint, and stopped and stared out into the snow. It was tremendously beautiful. I wished I could have stayed outside, and wanted to take a walk, but I didn't want to get wet or cold, so after a bit more gazing, I wandered back inside with Kevin.

When I trip with people, I tend to trip alone, near people. This was no different, and as I came up I became less euphoric and more introverted. I covered myself in a thick blanket and laid under my desk, playing Shpongle at a decent volume. When I’m sober, I don’t appreciate Shpongle much, but on shrooms, they were excellent. The fact that a lot of things are happening in the song makes it very interesting. Several times, I heard the voices of my parents arguing, or calling my name, and panicked, only to realize it was just a sound in the song. I was enjoying myself, but I was still coming up.

Music on shrooms and music on acid are very different. On acid, the music is very split up, for me. The different elements of the music separate and sort of… wrap together in a different way. With shrooms, the music just became almost one beautiful sound. It was much more.. Warm, I guess. Its hard to describe some of these things in words, and I think a lot of times I fall into using words that don’t accurately describe things, but are the best I can get.

One thing I really enjoyed about the shrooms was that my thoughts were much more clear. On acid, whether it was because I wasn’t just letting my mind go the right way, or I just wasn’t ready to process the information, I never really understood anything substantial. The shrooms, however, made perfect sense. I took my blanket, and crawled into a wooden playhouse we have. It has triangle/circle/square windows, colorful curtains, and children’s scribbles on the walls. I leaned in the corner, draped myself in my blanket, and thought.

I began to notice how introverted my thoughts were becoming, and that was when I realized it was going to be an amazing trip. I felt like my consciousness was separating from my thoughts, in a way. Typically, when not tripping, to have deep thoughts I have to actively think. On the shrooms, I just mentally sat back and listened to my inner monologue.

The first thing I really thought about was the mind. The fact that I had almost completely retreated into my mind, becoming nearly oblivious of my surroundings amazed me. I realized that people pay far too much attention to their bodies than their minds. The body is basically just a vessel to nourish and protect the mind, but if you don’t give your mind a break from controlling your body sometimes, you won’t get the chance to see what it can really do. I decided that I wanted to start meditating, to try to be able to reach a similar state of retreat into my mind without hallucinogens.

I had always heard people say that hallucinogens were just tools, but I never really understand. Sure, I wanted to seem like an intelligent educated psychonaut, but I really didn’t understand. I slowly began to realize. The shrooms weren’t making me think anything at all. They were allowing my mind to make connections in a different way, and allowing me to … inspect my thoughts a lot more in depth than normally.

This time period was very powerful for me. I started thinking about all the self doubt I have, and while I knew it was a bad thought path to be going down, I let myself go, because I figured I might be able to learn things that would make me a better person. I considered my interactions with other people, and myself. I realized how much **** I put my parents through last year, and decided I needed to do something to change it. I realized how much time I waste on the computer, time that could be better spent thinking or playing sports or even just talking to people in real life.

When I snapped out of this trance, so to speak, I decided I had to go to the bathroom. I slowly walked upstairs, once again noticing all of the visuals. Lots of breathing, lots of fractals. Textures were very odd, and at one point I put my hand on the wall, and the texture of the wall got onto my hand, making it look like my hand was sinking.

On my way up the stairs, I saw my cat sitting on the landing. I froze, and stared at him. Somehow I managed to lean forward, until I was on a diagonal up the stairs. This lasted a few minutes, before I realized I had zoned out and headed to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I looked into the mirror. It was amazing. I’ve always had some self esteem issues, though this helped work them out, in a way. My face was moving and breathing. I thought to myself, “Wow, I look atrocious, moreso than usual.”

I zoned out with my face against the mirror, staring and thinking. I realized that the body is a ‘holy’ thing. Holy isn’t quite the right word to describe it, but it does the job. The body is the representation of the mind in the world, and every body is unique and beautiful, in a way. Sounds clichéd and stupid, but that’s what was going through my head.

I decided I wanted to try to think about social issues, I guess you could say. I went back downstairs and sat under my blanket and contemplated stuff like counter culture, revolution, etc. I came to the conclusion that a big contributor to the lack of a major counter culture today is the media and the general public’s destruction of revolutionary music, and just general cultural revolutionary type things. I guess I really don’t know how it was in the 60s, 70s, or even 80s, but it seems to me like the bands that played intelligent political music, even if it was incredibly radical were more widely respected. Nowadays, it seems like if a band makes any sort of political statement, they’re immature or just looking for attention or something like that. Yeah, that wasn’t a very important realization, but it was interesting to me at the time. Hell, it might not even be entirely true, heh.

Around this point, I wandered over to where my friends were playing Halo, and sat down. After a few moments in the chair, the intensity of the trip lowered a lot, and I became more communicative. I wanted to explain all the things I had thought about, but my friends were both still pretty out of it, so I eventually just went and laid down under my blanket again and zoned out for several hours, thinking about the things I had already thought about and just in general being pretty satisfied and feeling fairly successful.

In the morning, when I woke up, I had a hard time remembering many of the things I had thought about. I remembered basic ideas, like my idea about the mind being much more important than the body, but I didn’t entirely remember how some of them made sense. I had a very pleasant afterglow, and eventually headed to a show in Philly. It was awesome, and I had a bit to drink, and just felt wonderful and loved life.

After the show, a friend invited me to his house. I headed home for a bit, and decided that it would be interesting to see what would happen if I took the two E pills I had saved. I figured that since E helps people to open up, I might be able to express some of the ideas I had come up with. Despite the pills being heavy on some sort of amphetamine, or perhaps partially because of it, I was able to speak about pretty much all of the ideas I came up with. And I did speak, for a very long time, heh.

Perhaps I’m mentally glorifying what happened more than I should, but I definitely feel like I’ve started down a different path in life. I intend to start meditating, and trip less frequently. While I may still have an occasional trip for the sake of tripping, for the most part, I plan to supplement my trips with pre-trip meditation and preparation.

During the trip, I thought about my life and where I was going. I decided that I want to be a teacher, but not in a public/private school. I want to try to find some sort of commune or coop type thing and teach there. I’m also contemplating some sort of lengthy meditation retreat at some point in life, possibly to a Buddhist monastery, assuming they accept non-Buddhists interested in spending time in peace and meditating.

At one point, I decided to clean up the cups we used to drink the shrooms with. I took them upstairs, and put some dishsoap into them. For some reason, this made me panic, as I thought that putting dishsoap into a cup was a clear indication that I was tripping. Talking to my friends confirmed that that wasn't the case, but I was still nervous.

Today, I feel a tremendous amount of motivation. I want to really make my life count in the world, and just try to do something to make things better. I do a lot of bitching about how things are, but I don't do too much to change them, really. I sent an email to an anarchist collective infoshop in Philly, asking them what sort of rules they have about who can volunteer there, age limit, etc. Hopefully that works out..

This is my first trip report, so I apologize if it isn’t really up to the right standards. I assume that a lot of people have a trip of this sort at some point in their life, when they finally learn how to focus on the thoughts and gain knowledge from their trip.

Sorry for any spots of incoherence. When I wrote a lot of this, I was still tweaked out a bit(a lot), and my eagerness to explain my realizations got ahead of me. I've gone through a couple times to try to make sure it makes a decent amount of sense, heh.

Very cool to read, even as a non-drug user.

Good post. I think about stuff similar to that when I'm alone and high, or at least in the same style of thinking, but not quite as intricate, and without any hallucinations.

Your third eye was squeegied quite cleanly it seems.

I'm not a big hallucinogens fan, I get too paranoid.

It was incredibly satisfying when i woke up this morning not speeding anymore and saw that people understood and even agreed with some of what I said. I was very afraid it would end up just being 3 pages of tweaked out meaningless rambling, heh.

There was a real Bill Hicks vibe to that post.

"A few weeks ago some friends of mine and I went to a ranch in South Texas and took what Terence McKenna called a heroic dose – 5 dried grams … my third eye was squeegeed quite cleanly… I laid in a field of green grass for four hours going ‘My God, I love everything.’ The heavens parted, God looked down and rained gifts of forgiveness, acceptance and eternal love from His unconditional heart, and I realized the true nature of my existence, of all our existence, is God’s perfect and holy sunship, that we are spirit, we are not bodies, we are mind, we are thoughts in God’s mind, his beloved children, and that has never changed, and anytime that you look through the body’s eyes you are seeing illusions… I’m glad they’re against the law, because imagine how that would f[u]u[/u]ck up this country.”

I think a good meditaional trip once a year would do everyone good!

Ahhh man this got me thinking.

From people I've talked to, shrooms sound pretty cool and chilled out.

Same here Joe.

Shrooms were easier to be introspective on than acid was. On my only real trip on acid, I was unable to really think, simply because I was too caught up in how amazing and new and confusing everything was. Shrooms had a degree of clarity acid didn't have.

I do think that now I can apply the techniques I used to meditate/learn on shrooms to other hallucinogens, so I'm hoping future acid trips will open new borders, so to speak.


Someone once told me that shrooms are the friendlier younger brother of acid.
I agree with this. Also, DXM is the retarded kid who lives next door that you either love or hate.

Wow I haven't been here in a while.. My computer broke down, and it's being fixed actually. How has everyone been?

I have been grand. How about yourself Mr. TAND?

OMG!! 1,[SIZE="7"]666[/SIZE]th post!!

Does anyone know of any good sites to download things ie. movies, T.V. shows, music, videos, games etc...

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communist. Downloading music is downloading evil, satan-worshipping terrorism, right onto your harddrive. don't let the terrorists win.

I'm thinking of starting an "introduction to subgenres" thread, where each poster takes a style (New York Punk, Folk Punk, No Wave etc) and writes a paragraph, names a few bands central to the style, anyone dig this idea?

Look at the Punk Band List thread.

Today I had the great idea of being really sleep-deprived, going to my uni, drinking three pints at lunchtime and trying to stay awake for a 2 hour lecture. Afterwards I found out that everything I thought I'd taken as notes was in fact meaningless scribble.

Hello, my people. After reading Jacob's trip report I'm seriously considering shrooms now. I feel like I need that sort of insight on my life. I have tried doing this without drugs, but it turns out I'm an unmotivated bastard, and I need something to change my life. I'm going to start reading up on this, learning how to meditate to get what I want out of it ect. First trip: July-ish, around my birthday.

Shrooms rule.

Lotsa water. Good headdy music. Surround yourself with good people.

Enjoy.

DBoon read the two posts on the page previous. It's a real good trip report.

That was the first trip report I have ever read, it was pretty cool.

tl;dr
Someone summer-o-rise. ( yes i spelt it like that ) for me.