Acid Trip Quotes

I've never really thought about it before, but it's a miracle how many kinds of light there are in the world, how many skies: the pale brightness of spring, when it feels like the hole world's blushing; the lush, bright boldness of a July noon; purple storm skies and a green queasiness just before lightning strikes and crazy multicolored sunsets that look like someone's acid trip.

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

Hallucinations are bad enough. But after awhile you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing. But nobody can handle that other trip-the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into the Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs.

What do you want? Where's the goddamn ice I ordered? Where's the booze? There's a war on, man! People are being killed!

William untucked the covers and stood, making a mental list of everything he'd need for the coming trip. A few blades, serrated and non serrated. A vial of acid. A bone saw. A spiked paddle. A cat-o'-nine-tails. And a bag of Gummy Bears.

We are all wired into a survival trip now. No more of the speed that fueled that 60's. That was the fatal flaw in Tim Leary's trip. He crashed around America selling "consciousness expansion" without ever giving a thought to the grim meat-hook realities that were lying in wait for all the people who took him seriously... All those pathetically eager acid freaks who thought they could buy Peace and Understanding for three bucks a hit. But their loss and failure is ours too. What Leary took down with him was the central illusion of a whole life-style that he helped create... a generation of permanent cripples, failed seekers, who never understood the essential old-mystic fallacy of the Acid Culture: the desperate assumption that somebody... or at least some force - is tending the light at the end of the tunnel.

Flynn threw up his hands. “Am I the only one who feels like they’re on a bad acid trip?” Tharion scrubbed at his face. “I’m still on one, I think.

None of us are going to deny what other people are doing. If saying bullshit is somebody's thing, then he says bullshit. If somebody is an ass-kicker, then that's what he's going to do on this trip, kick asses. He's going to do it right out front and nobody is going to have anything to get pissed off about. He can just say, 'I'm sorry I kicked you in the ass, but I'm not sorry I'm an ass-kicker. That's what I do, I kick people in the ass.' Everybody is going to be what they are, and whatever they are, there's not going to be anything to apologize about. What we are, we're going to wail with on this whole trip.

The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab. We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers . . . and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls . . . Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.

Everything was hysterically funny, even the playground slide was smiling at us, and at some point, deep in the night, when we were winging on the jungle gym and showers of sparks were flying out of our mouths, I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.

Horst passed him a bottle he had picked up in his rapid trip from there to here. Remarkably, it's contents had survived the transit. "Drink this," he said, unmoved by Cabal's anger. "You need to save your voice for your next session." Cabal took the bottle testily and swigged from it. there was a moments pause, just long enough for Cabal's expression to change from testy to horrified revulsion. He spat the liquid violently onto the grass like a man who has got absent-minded with the concentrated nitric acid and a mouth pipette. He glared at Horst as he took off his spectacles and wiped his suddenly weeping eyes "Disinfectant? You give me disinfectant to drink?" Horst's surprise was replaced with mild amusement. "It's root beer, Johannes. Have you never had root beer?" Cabal looked suspiciously at him, then at the bottle "People drink this?" "Yes." "For non-medical reasons?" "That's right." Cabal shook his head in open disbelief. "They must be insane.

In ordinary perception, the senses send an overwhelming flood of information to the brain, which the brain then filters down to a trickle it can manage for the purpose of survival in a highly competitive world. Man has become so rational, so utilitarian, that the trickle becomes most pale and thin. It is efficient, for mere survival, but it screens out the most wondrous parts of man's potential experience without his even knowing it. We're shut off from our own world. Primitive man once experienced the rich and sparkling flood of the senses fully. Children experience it for a few months-until "normal" training, conditioning, close the doors on this other world, usually for good. Somehow, the drugs opened these ancient doors. And through them modern man may at last go, and rediscover his divine birthright...

I offer Emily half of my hit of acid- Love Saves the Day. It's my second or third time tripping, Emily's first, and she's understandably trepid. Awake all night, at one point I find her touching her reflection in a cruelly lit dorm bathroom, asking if she'll ever be the same. I kiss her then for the first time and whisper, No.

Nothing special about me, we've all got our own sacred place, but to access it, your mission must be pure and your aim true. Just a little thought of trying to use it for a power tool, a career move, and the process becomes corrupted. You gotta go for the joy, the pain, the adventure, the search, the journey to love. I learned that from Kurt Vonnegut. You have to be willing to dedicate your life to that journey, not as a means to an end, but just as an opportunity to trip the fuck out. Ya gotta suspend all self-judgement, and embrace all. The reward is the journey itself. And that's how I became the bass player I'm still trying to be. Just exploring for a sense of purpose.

My own acid-eating experience is limited in terms of total consumption, but widely varied as to company and circumstances ... and if I had a choice of repeating any one of the half dozen bouts I recall, I would choose one of those Hell's Angels parties in La Honda, complete with all the mad lighting, cops on the road, a Ron Boise sculpture looming out of the woods, and all the big speakers vibrating with Bob Dylan's "Mr. Tambourine Man." It was a very electric atmosphere. If the Angels lent a feeling of menace, they also made it more interesting ... and far more alive than anything likely to come out of a controlled experiment or a politely brittle gathering of well-educated truth-seekers looking for wisdom in a capsule. Dropping acid with the Angels was an adventure; they were too ignorant to know what to expect, and too wild to care. They just swallowed the stuff and hung on ... which is probably just as dangerous as the experts say, but a far, far nuttier trip than sitting in some sterile chamber with a condescending guide and a handful of nervous, would-be hipsters.

A person has all sorts of lags built into him, Kesey is saying. One, the most basic, is the sensory lag, the lag between the time your senses receive something and you are able to react. One-thirtieth of a second is the time it takes, if you are the most alert person alive, and most people are a lot slower than that. Now Cassady is right up against that 1/30th of a second barrier. He is going as fast as a human can go, but even he can't overcome it. He is a living example of how close you can come, but it can't be done. You can't go any faster than that. You can't through sheer speed overcome the lag. We are all of us doomed to spend the rest of our lives watching a movie of our lives - we are always acting on what has just finished happening. It happened at least 1/30th of a second ago. We think we are in the present, but we aren't. The present we know is only a movie of the past, and we will really never be able to control the present through ordinary means. That lag has to be overcome some other way, through some kind of total breakthrough.

What do you think he saw?" Damn--I regret the awed way I phrased that and the hushed voice I used. As if I think acid is a "religious" experience, a visionary thing. "Himself," Josh says. "You always see your true self on acid. You just usually see more than you want to see. So it all seems disorted." See what I mean? He's not your normal stoner. The guy should become a poet, a psychologist, a scientist. We pull up near Greg's house and stare at it like it's a damn fortress. "You don't think he needs to go to the hospital?" I ask. "Nope," Josh says. "For a while, I thought maybe, yeah. But he's good now, he's off it, he's not hallucinating anymore." "You're sure?" "Yeah." "'Cuz you can die on LSD-" "That's such anti-drug propaganda bullshit, Dan," Josh interrupts. "Nobody's ever died from an LSD overdose. Ever. As long as you keep people from doing stupid things while they're tripping, it's all good man, man. Why do you think I babysat him?" He reaches into the backseat and punches my shoulder. "LSD isn't your dad's smack. So stop worrying." I scrunch down in the seat. How'd he know about that? "Right. What's the plan?" "I'd ask him if ther was a key hidden under a rock," Josh says, "but he's not gonna be much help. Watch." He pokes Greg in the leg, prods him on the shoulder, grabs his cheeks and smushes them together, the way parents do to a baby, and says, " Ootchi googi Greggy, did ums have a good trippy? Did ums find out itty-bitty singies about oos-self zat oos didn't likeums?" Yup... Greg was in his own little world...

Stand in front of this fantastic machine, my friend, and for just 99¢ your likeness will appear, two hundred feet tall, on a screen above downtown Las Vegas. Ninety-nine cents more for a voice message. “Say whatever you want, fella. They’ll hear you, don’t worry about that. Remember you’ll be two hundred feet tall.” Jesus Christ. I could see myself lying in bed in the Mint Hotel, half-asleep and staring idly out the window, when suddenly a vicious nazi drunkard appears two hundred feet tall in the midnight sky, screaming gibberish at the world: “Woodstock Über Alles!” We will close the drapes tonight. A thing like that could send a drug person careening around the room like a ping-pong ball. Hallucinations are bad enough. But after a while you learn to cope with things like seeing your dead grandmother crawling up your leg with a knife in her teeth. Most acid fanciers can handle this sort of thing. But nobody can handle that other trip—the possibility that any freak with $1.98 can walk into the Circus-Circus and suddenly appear in the sky over downtown Las Vegas twelve times the size of God, howling anything that comes into his head. No, this is not a good town for psychedelic drugs. Reality itself is too twisted.

안녕하세요. 붓다 입니다. 떨액, 최상급 버드, 해쉬쉬, 에더블, LSD 캔디, 케이, 허브, 몰리, 브액, 아이스 우주오일, 신의눈물 등 모든 물건 취급하고 있습니다. 프로젝트 제네시스, 동부 전선, 하이 코리아, 미미샵 등 국내 DNM 씰크 로드, 알파 베이, Arche***, Aba***, Dar* Ma**** 등 해외 DNM 을 거쳐 재정비와 준비를 마치고 텔레그램 인증딜러로 돌아오게 되었습니다. 아래 글 꼼꼼히 읽어보시고 연락부탁드립니다 !!! 저는 구매자분들과 같이 떨과 LSD를 정말 사랑하는 사람 중 한 명입니다. 사기꾼, 질낮은 물건을 파는 딜러들 때문에 정말 많이 지치셨을거라 생각합니다. 세상에 사기꾼이 많아지면 장사꾼이 장사를 못하고 피해는 고객들이 보게 됩니다. 이 바닥도 극소수의 정상적이고 양심적인 딜러분들이 대다수의 사기꾼들 때문에 겪을 필요 없는 여러가지 고충들을 겪고 있습니다. 비록 이쪽 업계에 있지만 저는 장사꾼이 되고 싶지 사기꾼이 되고 싶지 않네요. 저 또한 판매자이기 전에 구매자였고 여러분들처럼 수십, 수백만원을 사기당한적도 있고 퀄리티가 낮은 물건임을 알고 있음에도 불구하고 믿을만한 정직한 판매자를 찾지 못해 울며 겨자먹기로 낮은 퀄리티의 물건을 구매해 사용한 적도 많습니다. 돈을 벌기 위해 이 일을 시작했지만, 단순히 돈만을 위해 이 일을 시작하진 않았습니다. 구력이 되시거나 좀 아시는분들은 대화 몇마디 나눠보시면 사기인지 아닌지 바로 아실수있을겁니다. 엄한대서 사기 그만 당하시고 한번만 살펴보셔요! 정직하게 장사하겠습니다. Q) 물건의 품질이 궁금합니다. A) 퀄리티 좋은 물건 아니면 팔지 않습니다. 떨은 최상급 디스펜서리, 떨액은 현지에서도 인기가 많아 대량구매가 힘든 최상급만 팔고 있습니다. LSD는 유명한 업체 검증된 제품만 취급하고 있습니다. 케이, 캔디, 아이스 등 모든 물건 최고퀄리티 자부합니다. 타 딜러들에게 캔디, LSD, 떨 등등을 구매하신 후 사용하셨을때, 뭔가 효과가 없는건 아닌데 그렇다고 효과가 막 있는것도 아닌 아리송한 경험 대부분 해보셨을거라 생각합니다. 저도 많이 경험했었구요. 경험있으신분들은 저퀄리티 물건들 써보시고 나서 다신 그런딜러들을 찾지 않습니다. 그렇지만 처음 해보시는분들은 비교군이 없어서 '아 원래 이런가? 별거없네' 라고 넘어가버립니다. 흔히 말하는 순도가 낮거나 동남아산 이것저것 섞은 물건들이죠. 제대로 된 물건과 비교하면 원가차이가 엄청나기 때문에 시중에 많이들 돌아다닙니다. 딜러들 입장에선 참 편하죠 사기라고 하기에도 애매하고 그렇다고 막상 해보면 안하니만 못한 퀄리티구요. 저는 팔면 안되는 퀄리티의 물건들을 양심을 속여가며 팔지 않습니다. 애초에 그런물건을 들여오지도, 취급하지도 않습니다. 세상에 사기꾼이 많아지면 장사꾼이 장사를 못합니다. 이 바닥도 극소수의 정상적이고 양심적인 딜러분들이 대다수의 사기꾼들 때문에 겪을 필요 없는 여러가지 고충들을 겪고 있습니다. 비록 이쪽 업계에 있지만 저는 장사꾼이 되고 싶지 사기꾼이 되고 싶진 않네요. 가격도 물론 중요하지만 그보다 더 중요한건 퀄리티 입니다. 제게 한 번도 구매하지 않으신분들은 많겠지만 한 번만 구매하신분은 없습니다. 항상 최상의 퀄리티로 보답하겠습니다! Q) 판매 지역 서울/인천/수원/대전/천안/광주/대구/창원/부산 등 전국 드랍 가능합니다 최근 역대급 통관 강화로 인해서 기존 정상딜러들도 심심치않게 장난질 치는 시기입니다. 여기저기서 사기 그만 당하시고 저와 오래 좋은 관계 맺길 바랍니다! 텔레그램 채널에 입고정보, 공지사항 이외에 보안을 위한 정보와 트립가이드도 제공해 드리니 저에게 구매안하셔도 채널 통해서 각종 정보 얻어가시고 어디가서든 안전한 거래 하셨으면 합니다! 또한 사기인지 궁금한 딜러 물어보시면 검증해 드리겠습니다! @24시간 문의가능@ 텔레그램 아이디 : vv4266vv 세션(session)메신저 아이디코드 : 05c79fff090ef23b643ee0ca887d98c7bac44bdecb5d2b9a242245f1d7586bdf5d 시그널(signal) 메신저 아이디 : vv4266vv.42 @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ 떨 팝니다/떨 삽니다/떨 구입/떨 구매/떨 판매/LSD 팝니다/떨 판매/떨 구매/대마 판매/대마 구매/마리화나 판매/마리화나 구매/떨 팝니다/LSD 판매/LSD 구매/LSD 팝니다/weed/위드 판매/위드 구매/떨 구입/LSD 구입/안전한 떨/안전한 LSD/서울,수도권 당일/서울 떨 판매/마리화나 삽니다/몰리 구매/몰리 판매/몰리 팝니다/몰리 삽니다/몰리/코케인/코케인 구매/코케인 판매/코케인 삽니다/코케인 팝니다/코카인 구매/코카인 판매/코카인 삽니다/코카인 팝니다/코카인 구입/대마 구매/대마 구입/대마 팝니다/대마 삽니다/대마 판매/엑스타시 구매/엑스타시 판매/엑스타시 삽니다/엑스타시 팝니다/엑스타시 구입/acid 구입/acid 판매/acid 팝니다/acid 구매/acid 삽니다/간자 판매/간자 구매/간자 구입/간자 삽니다/간자 팝니다/mdma 구입/mdma 판매/mdma 구매/mdma삽니다/mdma 팝니다#떨 팝니다#떨 삽니다#떨 구입#떨 구매#떨 판매#LSD 팝니다#떨 판매#떨 구매#대마 판매#대마 구매#마리화나 판매#마리화나 구매#떨 팝니다#LSD 판매#LSD 구매#LSD 팝니다#weed#위드 판매#위드 구매#떨 구입#LSD 구입#안전한 떨#안전한 LSD#서울,수도권 당일#서울 떨 판매#마리화나 삽니다#몰리 구매#몰리 판매#몰리 팝니다#몰리 삽니다#몰리#코케인#코케인 구매#코케인 판매#코케인 삽니다#코케인 팝니다#코카인 구매#코카인 판매#코카인 삽니다#코카인 팝니다#코카인 구입#대마 구매#대마 구입#대마 팝니다#대마 삽니다#대마 판매#엑스타시 구매#엑스타시 판매#엑스타시 삽니다#엑스타시 팝니다#엑스타시 구입#acid 구입#acid 판매#acid 팝니다#acid 구매#acid 삽니다#간자 판매#간자 구매#간자 구입#간자 삽니다#간자 팝니다#mdma 구입#mdma 판매#mdma 구매#mdma삽니다#mdma 팝니다 #떨팝니다#떨팔아요#떨판매#떨효과#떨선드랍#LSD팝니다#LSD판매#LSD선드랍#쿠쉬팝니다#몰리팝니다#엑스터시팝니다#DMT팝니다#간자팝니다#강남떨팝니다#제주떨팝니다#홍대떨팝니다#이태원떨팝니다#부산떨팝니다#광주떨팝니다#강남캔디#강남몰리#홍대캔디#부산캔디#부산허브#캔디플립#떨팔아요#떨팝니다#LSD효과#몰리파는곳#몰리효과#떨판매#Gus_trip#선드랍#떨선드랍#위드팝니다#간자팝니다#대마합법#간자팝니다#디스펜서리#메디컬버드#뇌전증약#쿠쉬파는곳#떨키우는법#떨팝니다#떨 팝니다#떨인증딜러#떨딜러 #액상대마#떨카트리지#떨액상#신의눈물#에시드팝니다#acid팝니다#떨팝니다#weed팝니다#mj팝니다#떨구매후기#떨후기#떨드랍#떨팝니다#떨선드랍#강남떨#이태원떨#홍대떨#인천떨#대구떨#광주떨#부산떨#대전떨#제주도떨#전주떨#일산떨#미국대선#미국대선결과#딥웹하이코리아주소#딥웹떨#떨피는법#코로나#코로나확진자#코로나지도#고기팝니다#성남떨#천안떨#부평떨#부천떨#마포떨#신촌떨#강남떨#강남술#cbd오일팝니다#thc함량#고릴라글루#블루드림#오지쿠쉬#ak47#레몬헤이즈#퍼플오쥐#그랜대디퍼플#사티바#인디카#하이코리아#미미월드#미미공주님#헤쉬#bts#trump#대마초합법국#아프간오쥐” ― 텔레 vv4266vv 떨팝니다