In general and in NYC.
So far I plan to take acid on Monday morning in Central Park with a couple of lawyers. One of them wanted to take it before dawn to see hte sunrise but I have seen the sunrise plenty of times and it is never interesting. But what I do plan to do is take some milkweed bulbs and give them to them when they are really high. I don't know if you ever pried a milkweed bulb apart before it bloomed but it has milk, hundreds of stick seeds attached to silky gleamy hairs. It is amazing when you are sober. Apparently milkweed is what Monarch butterflies eat and lay their eggs in them
Sorry if I made this thread before but what would you do on acid?
the last time i took acid
was when i had to meet my mom and a lawyer about the custody of my two younger siblings. i was heavy into the panthers and eldridge cleavers three books (soul on ice/fire/post prison speeches. for librarians who may be keeping score). needless to say i used the "n" word regarding clever and garvey and i lost custody of my siblings. luckily, i won a scholarship to the unuversity of mississipi in aberdeen; aws a janitor. luckily, i was befriended by a student who thought my skin color was just dark enough to piss off her parents. they thought i was a negroid. and while theres no offence in that, i have enough rudimentary knowledge of garvey and eldriges writings that i can have enough qualifications to lord over the employees of a Dairy Queen in Starkville, Ms. i am also using the Blizzard Blender to teach them about rudimentary appreciation for free jazz and improvisation.
ps: milk worship is for devotees of krishna and sai baba. i am subscribed to both of their newsletters if you need some tips on "blending in"/ wink,wink!
i guess the best way to do this
would be to have someone trustworthy pull a clever surprise on you while you were high. So you wouldn't know what was coming but you could be reasonably assured that it would be entertaining and intriguing.
Someone trustworthy like Bruce Dern!
I have trouble fitting this experience into conversation
Thank God for the internet. There never seems to be an appropriate conversational segue to start blathering about your recent acid experience.
So we took some acid before going to this party hosted by some website where you go to find a place to crash, like couchsurfing dot com. The party had a theme called Glitter and Gold. I am tired of these theme parties and on prior occasions always opted out of participating and paid whatever stupid consequence they come up with (usually pay cover, this time get sprinkled with "fairy dust"). But this time I was like gold should be easy to do, but I found I didn't have much gold in my wardrobe. So I picked out my class a jacket which I previously shot with Greg and attached a bunch of stupid pins. The last time I wore it, I had a bad night. So I was hesitant to don it again. But it had gold buttons and that was the best I could do. My lawyer friends were wearing strange third world attire that they acquired at various humanitarian aid missions, so they encouraged me to dress up. Anyway, we showed up just as the acid was under way and it was a terrible site. It was a sparse crowd of like 40 something shut-ins. Like dudes with shirts tucked into their khaki shorts and socks with sandals. Very Jersey crowd. So we beat it out of there and after a series of misadventures ended up watching the night sky on the roof. A plane flew in front of the full moon, etc. nice. We went to watch the sunrise at central park but it was blocked by a building. We were on the north side by a square fort on top of a rocky hill. We threw chickpeas down the rock until I saw some bicyclists. Then I decided we should throw chickpeas at cyclists.
We went to a rocky overhang where the cyclists and joggers go by. I started pelting the cyclists. Then I noticed that there was a race of some sort. A running race. So I started throwing chickpeas at them. Then we got bored and wandered around. I saw a man jogging and juggling at the same time and I asked him, "Can you handle a fourth?" And chucked a chickpea straight at his heart. Then I felt like I was actually some sort of petty vigilante and I was dispensing chickpeas of justice. This kind of mania I attribute less to the acid and more to the fact that I haven't smoked weed in four days. I can behave this way without much chemical aid. Marijuana suppresses these outbursts. Anyway, that was about the most interesting things that happened. It was sorta disappointing. It was my second acid trip and somehow I thought it would be better. My conclusion is that I don't think I like acid that much.
What's with acid and
What's with acid and lawyers? Where's the connection? Anyway, I don't see it, perhaps I'm still out from last night. Acid rules if you have a trustworthy group around you (as one of you already mentioned) and don't do it too often!
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