I decided on a 50 mg dose of DMT rendered orally active with a 3 g dose of ground Syrian rue. The setting was as near to perfect as I could dream up, a small cedar lined yurt with a gas stove fireplace, nestled at the foot of the mountains on a crystalline lake. The morning sky was dark with snow and a powerful wind was blowing down from the mountainside past our yurt, leaning heavily on the giant firs and spruce surrounding us. My girlfriend and I lay nestled by the fire in our cozy little cabin, with candles set about the room.
Sounds nice, right? His trip was fucked up by the fact that his girlfriend realized she had forgotten to call in sick to work right after he smoked the DMT! Major bummer.
Anyway, even just looking at the titles of the bad trip listing can provide hours of amusement (and countless albums worth of song titles. You're welcome):
I'm alive. I'm dead. I'm plastic.
Becoming a zipper.
Becoming a membrane.
Becoming nothing. Becoming something. (apparently there is a lot of "becoming" involved with salvia)
Faeries make good lovers.
The shephardess calls.
My Mind Screamed and Only I Heard it.
Wavy Starfish Carried Me Away To Oblivian.
Smashed Through a Crack in Everything.
Reality is a Game in an Alien's Mind (intense drug use also causes random capitalization)
I became a rubber man.
I Was, I am, and Ever More Shall Be So.
I Always Get Elves
Hey God, Can You Make The Picture Smaller?
Tralfamadorian Cruise Control
Underneath, It's Never Over
Fighting Death With Love.
Beating Tentacle Things.
We have to take the Wrapper off of Reality.
My Life as an Organic Contracting Tube (I call this name for my autobiography)
The Feeling Of Being Flat And Legless.
Eternity Is Her Tapestry.
In Her Fields: Ahh.
the time that always happens (almost an Oasis album title)
My Body was a Meaty Unit
It's Not Frightening, But It Should Be.
I Belong Nowhere at This Place.
So I'm a Snake?
The Reality Store
Those People Created Triangles....
The Present Feeds The Future
Tingly Multicolored Rabbit Realities
I'll Keep My Penis, Thanks
Cats and Dogs Aren't Real (I beg to differ)
One Tooth In The Zipper Of Reality (a zipper theme is emerging)
and finally...
Total Mind Fuck.
these are just some of the entries for salvia! maybe I'll post more later.
You're sure those aren't just 13th Floor Elevators song titles? Btw, check out my upcoming stand-up comedy album, "I'll Keep My Penis, Thanks".
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can you imagine having that yurt setup and thinking "the only thing that could make this more perfect is smoking dmt"?
ReplyDeleteI didn't even know what a "yurt" was before I looked it up. You learn something new every day...for example, some people consider swallowing 6 tablespoons of nutmeg, downing 1/2 a bottle of vodka, and watching "ShreK" a "bad trip". That's just an average Saturday for me.
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I always read that site, some crazy shit there. make sure to read the datura trips, totally messed up rides.
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Maybe I should submit my story about the time where a friend randomly showed up at my house while I was tripping because he was working for the census and needed to get the details for my household.
ReplyDeleteI'm really thinking about smoking my catnip plant after reading that site, thanks Beckler. Also, I'd like to reserve the "I always get Elves" title for my own life story.
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i think the overarching theme for that website is "if you see something, smoke something" or "that random, possibly dangerous substance is not going to smoke itself"
ReplyDeleteWow...thanks for the awesome tip!
ReplyDeleteThis has even enhanced my enjoyment of song titles of The Fall: "How I Wrote Plastic Man", "The Man Whose Head Expanded", etc.
Those People Created Triangles. Heavy! Is that like "Hey, you see those people? Those people created triangles!!" or just someone too stoned to remember the word pyramid going "you know man, those people created triangles, whatever they're called..."
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here's the text from that trip:
ReplyDeleteFirst hit. Quiet porch. Jazz music in background. Salvia in my forward direction. Light the torch. Watching orange glow; inhale my friend. Steady, strong inhale. Ah, clear that bottle. Grasp, savor the taste (smoked lungs like a tasty trance.) Lay back now. Exhale. Mmmm. Is this now a cave? The body is forced. All muscles to the left please. Face of stone; weight of the moon. Begin the laughter now. Coming back. Ah, relaxation.
Second hit. Same porch. Same jazz. Same Salvia. Light. Orange. In/Exhale now. No motions. Plants begin their own journey. Are you dancing? Leaves begin to inhale, exhale. Musical beats. Heart beats. Plant beats to all. Own self now dancing too. Smile. Ah, come back.
Last hit. House construction site. Silence the crickets. This is the one sir. Light. Inhale? Yes. Exhale. No, I am not here anymore. Blackness aroused. Warmth shot. Are they closed? Able to see? Doesn't matter. They're open now. Three. Three. Three. Three of them. Hands, feet together. Multiples; in a wooven cotten sheet. Millions. Triangles. A life span together; creating, destroying, lying, deceiving, cheating. Spinning. Trying to get out. Damnit. Force from the right burdens the left. Try again. No. Wait. This is the trip. Asking fellow infront, 'Are you in this dimension?' Quick laughter from outside. Beginning to retreat home. Closing eyes brings them back; stay open. Let's go. Fast walk. 10? 15? 20 steps? What is this 'reality'? What is this? No. This is it. We're back. Bit of panic. Gone. Calm. Fun is over. Goodnight.
Most of this stuff is still less hazardous for your body than eating the fish and chips at MVP's.
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you should write an entry for those. describe in minute detail what happens to your body and mind after.
ReplyDeletei want to start band called "the reality store," our first album could be called "serious as a heart attack" or better yet "deal!"
ReplyDeleteNah, I'm just gonna eat a pound of nutmeg and go watch "Shrek Forever After". Anyone else want to venture down "the squirrel hole" with me?
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Aw, man...don't get me started again on those fish & chips at MVP!
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That's what they did through my system so insidiously!
That reminds me of the Johnny D Psych record "Diamonds: Minds". Amazing!
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ps. By the way Miller, Campy in the Sky w/ Diamonds made me laugh so F-ing hard! Good work old boy!
This is a pretty insightful article...
ReplyDeleteSex advice from Juggalos and Juggalettes.
I'm a big fan of JD's all Neil tribute album...Diamonds on Diamond.
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