God is in the Magic Mushrooms
08-06-2006, 09:54 AM
#24
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Join Date: Feb 2004
Posts: 311
Re: God is in the Magic Mushrooms
If any of you kids are interested in bm this is about the best description I've seen:
"A little comic relief for those who missed Burning Man this year...
ps.: To recreate what you missed:
Can't make it to the desert this year?
Here's how to enjoy the Burning Man Experience from the Comfort of your Own Home:
Pay an escort of your affectional preference subset to not bathe for five days, cover themselves in glitter, dust, and sunscreen, wear a skanky neon wig, dance close naked, then say they have a lover back home at the end of the night.
Tear down your house. Put it in a truck. Drive 10 hours in any direction. Put the house back together. Invite everyone you meet to come over and party. When everyone leaves, follow them back to their homes, drink all their booze, and break things.
Buy a new set of expensive camping gear. Break it.
Stack all your fans in one corner of your living room. Put on your most fabulous outfit. Turn the fans on full blast. Dump a vacuum cleaner bag in front of them.
Pitch your tent next to the wall of speakers in a crowded, noisy club. Go to sleep.
Lean back in a chair until that point where you're just about to fall over, but you catch yourself at the last moment. Hold that position for 9 hours.
Only use the toilet in a house that is at least 3 blocks away. Drain all the water from the toilet. Only flush it every 4 days. Hide all the toilet paper.
Visit a restaurant and pay them to let you alternate lying in the walk-in freezer and sitting in the oven.
Don't sleep for 5 days. Take a wide variety of hallucinogenic/emotion altering drugs. Pick a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend.
Cut, burn, electrocute, bruise, and sunburn various parts of your body. Forget how you did it. Don't go to a doctor.
Buy a new pair of favorite shoes. Throw one shoe away.
Spend a whole year rummaging through thrift stores for the perfect, most outrageous costume. Forget to pack it.
Listen to music you hate for 168 hours straight, or until you think you are going to scream. Scream. Realize you'll love the music for the rest of your life.
Bust your *** for a "community." See all the attention get focused on the drama queen crybaby.
Get so drunk you can't recognize your own house. Walk slowly around the block for 5 hours.
Sprinkle dirty sand in all your food.
Mail $200 to the Reno casino of your choice.
Go to a museum. Find one of Salvador Dali's more disturbing but beautiful paintings. Climb inside it.
Spend thousands of dollars on a deeply personal art work. Hide it in a funhouse on the edge of the city. Blow it up.
Set up a DJ system downwind of a three alarm fire. Play a short loop of drum'n'bass until the embers are cold.
Have a 3 a.m. soul baring conversation with a drag nun in platforms, a crocodile, and Bugs Bunny. Be unable to tell if you're hallucinating. Lust after Bugs Bunny."
"A little comic relief for those who missed Burning Man this year...
ps.: To recreate what you missed:
Can't make it to the desert this year?
Here's how to enjoy the Burning Man Experience from the Comfort of your Own Home:
Pay an escort of your affectional preference subset to not bathe for five days, cover themselves in glitter, dust, and sunscreen, wear a skanky neon wig, dance close naked, then say they have a lover back home at the end of the night.
Tear down your house. Put it in a truck. Drive 10 hours in any direction. Put the house back together. Invite everyone you meet to come over and party. When everyone leaves, follow them back to their homes, drink all their booze, and break things.
Buy a new set of expensive camping gear. Break it.
Stack all your fans in one corner of your living room. Put on your most fabulous outfit. Turn the fans on full blast. Dump a vacuum cleaner bag in front of them.
Pitch your tent next to the wall of speakers in a crowded, noisy club. Go to sleep.
Lean back in a chair until that point where you're just about to fall over, but you catch yourself at the last moment. Hold that position for 9 hours.
Only use the toilet in a house that is at least 3 blocks away. Drain all the water from the toilet. Only flush it every 4 days. Hide all the toilet paper.
Visit a restaurant and pay them to let you alternate lying in the walk-in freezer and sitting in the oven.
Don't sleep for 5 days. Take a wide variety of hallucinogenic/emotion altering drugs. Pick a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend.
Cut, burn, electrocute, bruise, and sunburn various parts of your body. Forget how you did it. Don't go to a doctor.
Buy a new pair of favorite shoes. Throw one shoe away.
Spend a whole year rummaging through thrift stores for the perfect, most outrageous costume. Forget to pack it.
Listen to music you hate for 168 hours straight, or until you think you are going to scream. Scream. Realize you'll love the music for the rest of your life.
Bust your *** for a "community." See all the attention get focused on the drama queen crybaby.
Get so drunk you can't recognize your own house. Walk slowly around the block for 5 hours.
Sprinkle dirty sand in all your food.
Mail $200 to the Reno casino of your choice.
Go to a museum. Find one of Salvador Dali's more disturbing but beautiful paintings. Climb inside it.
Spend thousands of dollars on a deeply personal art work. Hide it in a funhouse on the edge of the city. Blow it up.
Set up a DJ system downwind of a three alarm fire. Play a short loop of drum'n'bass until the embers are cold.
Have a 3 a.m. soul baring conversation with a drag nun in platforms, a crocodile, and Bugs Bunny. Be unable to tell if you're hallucinating. Lust after Bugs Bunny."
08-07-2006, 07:24 PM
#25
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Join Date: Jan 2003
Posts: 1,037
Re: God is in the Magic Mushrooms
I'll share a bit of one of my trips...
It started out great, me and 2 friends were playing in my yard, totally body high at this point. The one girl later told us that when she was laying in the grass it was the best feeling ever...7 orgasms in 2 hours worth (explains the trip to the bathroom every 10 minutes). It started to get cold, so we went inside and watched american psycho. Then we smoked a blunt as the body high began to wear off, and I dove headfirst into the strangest haloucination I have ever had. First thing that happened was I thought about some guy, no specific guy, he had no imagry, he was just there. People believed that he knew everything about them, and that he created everything, and if they believed that he was real, they would live forever in complete happiness. I laughed, for about 15-20 minutes, IDK, I avoid clocks when I'm tripping. Then I realized that what I just thought of was Christianity, and that I was raised a christian. My whole world kinda fell down. I turned into nothing, as in, space had no meaning. I was an infinitly small *being* that was nothing but a series of reactions to stimuli, and so was everyone else. I could still control my body, but only consciously. I freaked out. We all sat down to watch some movies, and those freaked me out because the actorys were the same thing I thought I was, but they wree pretending to have a different set of reactions, and I couldn't understand why. I don't remember much after that. I know it lasted for at least 3 hours, I can only remember about 15 minutes of specific events.
It started out great, me and 2 friends were playing in my yard, totally body high at this point. The one girl later told us that when she was laying in the grass it was the best feeling ever...7 orgasms in 2 hours worth (explains the trip to the bathroom every 10 minutes). It started to get cold, so we went inside and watched american psycho. Then we smoked a blunt as the body high began to wear off, and I dove headfirst into the strangest haloucination I have ever had. First thing that happened was I thought about some guy, no specific guy, he had no imagry, he was just there. People believed that he knew everything about them, and that he created everything, and if they believed that he was real, they would live forever in complete happiness. I laughed, for about 15-20 minutes, IDK, I avoid clocks when I'm tripping. Then I realized that what I just thought of was Christianity, and that I was raised a christian. My whole world kinda fell down. I turned into nothing, as in, space had no meaning. I was an infinitly small *being* that was nothing but a series of reactions to stimuli, and so was everyone else. I could still control my body, but only consciously. I freaked out. We all sat down to watch some movies, and those freaked me out because the actorys were the same thing I thought I was, but they wree pretending to have a different set of reactions, and I couldn't understand why. I don't remember much after that. I know it lasted for at least 3 hours, I can only remember about 15 minutes of specific events.
08-07-2006, 10:54 PM
#26
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Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 443
Re: God is in the Magic Mushrooms
You have to be comfortable with ur setting thats the key to a good trip plus don't be hung over thats just got bad news written all over it. I can say that it really does change your perspective on life
08-08-2006, 01:53 AM
#27
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Join Date: Oct 2005
Posts: 1,350
Re: God is in the Magic Mushrooms
the one time i tripped shrooms it was just a gram but it was enough for a long night i mean all night long me and 2 other friends smoked weed for i think 6 hrs straight and that is no ------- ---- i think we smoked somthing like a oz,, and played ------- dreamcast it was just the coolest ---- ever i can honestly say that out of all the late nights of drinking or smoking or both i felt the best that night ..
i mean i have had better times but the way it just made every thing so mellow and insync i dont know i would defenintly do it agine if i wasnt married to partie pooper that only drinks OH WELL
i mean i have had better times but the way it just made every thing so mellow and insync i dont know i would defenintly do it agine if i wasnt married to partie pooper that only drinks OH WELL
08-08-2006, 11:45 AM
#28
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Join Date: Jul 2006
Posts: 38
Re: God is in the Magic Mushrooms
Not that anyone cares to hear my experience, but I once took several grams of shrooms and went with a couple of friends to arts festival held here in good ol downtown and I had a blast. In fact, I would say that was probably the absolute best "experience" I've ever had with any drugs what-so-ever. Even though there were thousands of people surrounding me with thier ugly mugs and I felt like I could hear what EVERYONE was saying, I still had the time of my life. I even showed my ugly mug to a few people. (Yes I'm childesh and I made faces at people) I laughed at everything and even told a cop this was the best arts festival yet! lol Fun times.
08-08-2006, 10:55 PM
#29
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Join Date: Feb 2005
Posts: 0
Re: God is in the Magic Mushrooms
how in the ---- do you guys do shrooms in public?.... Id look like a ------- nutcase stressing my arms, twisting my neck and other ----. I prefer to experience mushrooms laying on a couch, with maybe a blanket. just laying there thinking and chilling, sex on shrooms is pretty sweet too.
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