You took acid while watching Nixon on TV??
Good lord...
Even Hunter S. Thompson wasn't insane enough to do something like that. He just wanted him dead, not with all sorts of swirly colours coming out of Dick's face. :wink:
You got the picture, lad. There seemed to be a cloud of evil around the man's head. His insincerity seemed something you could saw through.
And lissen up, twit
tongue
... Nixon had me under his
mind control ... don't you seeeee. And ever since, I've loved
Tricky Dick
ie.
On another note, Senor, I thought it would be funny to tell you that I often play my guitar out of a Soldano SLO-100 Head...All the knobs on it go to 11.
Quite funny, especially, like you said, if you're a fan of Spinal Tap.
I like it, I like it.
Now, please know, man: I'm taking you exactly at your word.
I'm going to give this good news to a very savvy Arts editor I know ... a Spinal Tap freak. He knows from guitar stuff. And if you're shittin' me, boy, my friend Renzo'll be speakin' wid U.
It's the destruction of the ego and the feeling of oneness with the world that keeps me going back for more. Shrooms are a chewable epiphany.
Very good, burns1e. The class is yours now. I'm vacating the teacher's seat.
I've done about 20mg, and that was far too intense and mind-shattering, although I felt the most intense rebirth and euphoria afterwards, complete with a shocked feeling and giggling. 60mg will shoot you into hyperspace for a NDE. I don't have the balls to try that. Happy tripping, though.
Man, I've met your kin 600 times. Here's a cyber handshake.
(Can't believe I'm writing this ... I smoke a joint every two weeks and drink a little table wine ... all day long. [Actually, two glasses a day.] But that's it. I'm retired. I'm busted. I'm daaaayyd.)
"I was gonna clean my room, until I got high"
"I was gonna get up and find the broom, but then I got high"
"My room is still messed up and I know why, because I got high because I..."
u know i luv u,...,, fff. bt will u sht the fck up! were smkn hear.:tongue:
I tripped incredibly hard at Wanee festival watching Gov't Mule and the Allman Bros., and had an insanely good time.
Boy, you're just Mr. Walk-Down-Memory-Lane, ainchuh? Allman Bros., oooh, Allman Bros.
I remember back when I was still teethin' (lyin' to you a bit), and the band put out
Whipping Post. Duane was still in one piece and Gregg's voice, in his early 20s, sounded like a 2000-year-old man's.
I had great KEF Concerto units in a Radford Transmission Line enclosure (and still had some hearing, to boot) and we'd crank that sucker up and go for broke, baby.
Yup, that was me ... reeeeally me.
Lord love a duck.:redface:
Dimethyltreptamine is created in the human brain and secreted at birth and death from the pineal gland, a sacred site of the 7th chakra. The things that happen on it are completely within your soul, and it can be a ridiculously religious and freeing experience. Don't knock it 'till you try it.
As a long-time yoga practitioner, I'm a little skeptical about the claims made for the pineal gland, but who knows?
Myself, I would say drugs are a bit trickier than you make out, ampblaster.
I had my innings, but my account above is exaggerated.
I wouldn't judge a bit of playing around in youth, or very occasional partaking throughout life ... but steady drug use certainly screws up the brain metabolism in ways we don't understand and can't predict.
Mind you, I don't doubt that, when push comes to shove, our notions of what is just enough and what is too much are not necessarily all that far apart.