Combinations - Acid And Lab Shrooms

[Geechee]

SWIM noticed this board and he figured he would share his experiences with this wonderful (and unstable) mixture.

SWIM taken both several times. Excessively. But last January was when SWIM mixed them. A friend of SWIM , who was home for Christmas break , was found dead in the [Ashley] river behind SWIM’s houses where SWIM and he grew up. SWIM was just out of high school and just moved into his apartment a few days before his funeral , which was on the 9th and the 10th. During this time , another friend of SWIM just finished drying what turned out to be roughly 3 zips of some caps he had been experimenting with and cultivating with for a few months. SWIM got a zip off of him. SWIM was going to take some with his late friend , but he ended up taking his portion in his memory somewhat ( SWIM guesses there's that ego again ) , as he was part of the reason SWIM would end up simultaneously ingesting both.

The funeral was over at about 2 pm and 5 or 6 of swim’s buddies , swim’s roommate , and swim went back to swim’s house to roll a blunt of some headies that turned out to be about 6 grams , they had to keep the mouthpiece on it. Shit was large. SWIM and one of his friends that was there were going to eat the upside of half of the ounce once everybody left. The blunt was almost done when swim’s abruptly went outside , got in his car , and left. About 15 minutes later he texted swim said he would be back in a few hours when the sun was just going down.

Fast forward a few hours. All swim had been doing while he was gone was enjoy being incredibly stoned.

He gets back to swim’s house at around 5:30pm or 6:00pm and they were just standing in the kitchen smoking a bowl , seperating the caps between the two of them. He was going to take an 8th and swim was going to take a quarter. SWIM was trying to convince him to take a quarter too but he pulled out a sandwich bag with some aluminum foil in it that contained a section of gel tabs that was 9 hits altogether. Swim listened to his proposition that he take both and only take an 8th instead of a quarter. While swim was thinking about it , another friend of swim’s dropped by to pick up an 8th for himself and another for his girlfriend. While he was there swim enlightened him to the proposition at hand and he also thought it sounded interesting , so swim said fuck it. So swim decided to go all out and take a quarter. Swim guess he thought it was ballsy so he gave swim the 5th and final hit. He was just going to pay swim for the fungus , but they worked out a trade as you can tell by now.

It was about 7pm and they had just taken all of the substances. It took them about 5 minutes. He put peanut putter on his but swim ate his raw. Then they both ate the drip last.

While waiting for the effects to start , they started watching "Porky's" to bring some laughter to the sadness of the day. If you've ever seen "Porky's" , you know it is one of the funniest movies ever made. It started rather subtly , as most intense trips do. Swim got the usual light-headedness and uncontrollable laughing. So thy decided to smoke another bowl for good measure. And swim put in Dave Chappelle's "For What It's Worth" since he can be a rather whimsical and goofy personality , especially when one is tripping. Besides , swim didn't feel like watching the rest of "Porky's".

On this comedy special , he was wearing a bluish-gray pair of jeans and a matching jacket with a yellowish-green t-shirt underneath. Now , swim doesn’t know what happens to you right before your visuals start , but his usually start after a bout of hysterical laughter. It was about 8pm and swim was laughing uncontrollably at jokes he had heard countless times before. The living room had only he and his buddy in it , with the television as the only light source , but for some reason it seemed boisterous.

Then , swim stopped laughing , just like "that". In a split second swim was silent and so was his friend. Swim felt it behooved him to focus on this character that seemed to be broached onto his television screen. His legs were walking to the right of the screen , while his arms , moving in the same direction , were facing left and his arms were swinging as if he was walking to left. At the same time , his head seemed to be facing the audience while gyrating on his head and shoulders. Swim simply stared at the screen , stunned by the most tangible sound leaving the speakers, for the rest of the DVD.

Have you ever had trouble sleeping ? You know , when you turn the lights out and you are left alone to the mercy of your thoughts ? SWIM was in a similar mental state. He was astonished by the 4 right angles that constituted his television screen. Swim studied and followed every micrometer of the A/V cord exiting the front of this now magical box. Swim followed it all the way to the Play station 3 that he had recently acquired. If this was a bode of anything , swim had a long night to "endure"

At this point , it's about 9:30pm. It's been about 1 1/2 hours and swim almost literally beside himself. Imagine looking through a kaleidoscope that is in perpetual motion and having it layered over your newly erratic , peripheral and direct vision. Imagine completely letting go of your ego and seeing things from the point of view occupied by your "essence". Now imagine all of this coinciding with being able to witness a 3rd party perspective of the nights events. It was the epitome of the middle path and the singularity of duality.

Swim decided to make this a didactic experience. At this point swim had been deconstructing everything swim had ever learned. This had been happening for maybe 2 hours as he gawked at the DVD options on the screen. Swim was somewhere between questioning the concept of 1 coming before 2 and the substance of thought when he got an almost irrational urge to listen to music.

Swim found his CD book and the retrieval of Nas' "Illmatic" turned out to be an eventful extrication. Marked by navigation through an abundance of titles and colors. Eureka! swim finally reach the object of his desire through the bottomless pit of his CD book.

By now swim had relinquished all concepts of time , there was no difference between a second and a day. Every "moment" was infinite. Swim somehow got the CD into the PS3 , and proceeded to truly decipher a CD he had heard a million times before. Swim realized the meaning behind every word , every letter , and every sound muttered by the composing artist. Swim must have listened to this CD nearly 3 times before he took it out. Meanwhile , his friend was still on the other end of the couch that now seemed to stretch forever. Not saying a word , but swim somehow knew that he was in the same state that swim was in.

Swim decided , after listening to Nas for about 2 hours , he wanted to hear some Hendrix. Luckily , swim already had it copied onto his PS3 so he could access it with relative ease. Swim chose the album, "Axis: Bold As Love". It seemed like a continuous guitar solo. The colors from the PS3 visuals had manifested themselves onto the walls , floor , and ceiling. Blue , green , yellow, orange , gray , red , and pink had an intense battle until they completely covered the room. It was like his friend and he were in an autonomous cube free of anything existential. All the colors were like jumping beans that were synchronized with the music. They were like water drops dripping from the ceiling . Then swim finally reached the actual song , "bold as love". The solo initiated what swim can only vaguely describe as a light show. Swim was lost in the spectacular colors that now made me feel like he was on a roller coaster ride through an infinite nebula. It was almost like he could feel a "breeze".

I'm guessing it was about 2am at this point. Swim was completely out of bud and was stating to think of the sweet buds as an impetus to fuel his ever growing euphoria. Swim called my friend who always had a plentiful supply of the ganja. But he wasn't in any condition to drive and neither was his tripping friend.

He was able to coax his roommate to take them to the spot to get some nuggies. Once they arrived swim lost all recollection of the journey there. When swim stepped inside , he was stunned at the myriad of people who were there partying. Swim went into the kitchen where he was weighing out swim’s 8th. Swim was shocked by the conglomeration of teeth and eyes that meshed into a sight louder than any clamor.

Once swim navigated his way out of the house , the trio decided to just ride in the car and smoke. Swim’s roommate had just woken up before the excursion , so he was quiet and focused on the road. Swim’s tripping friend and swim were lost in the sounds of Blue Oyster Cult. Once they reached downtown Charleston , swim could only make out exaggerated silhouettes of the distorted night crawlers through the thick , almost stifling smoke. Once they finished their odyssey like ride through the illuminated streets they got back on the bridge to head back to West Ashley. About halfway over the bridge , the song "Burning For You" started playing. Swim felt as if he was one with the metaphysical. Like he was one of the many factors affecting the notes , and one of the particles that constitute the sound waves leaving the speakers. It was like swim left his ego at home and swim , in his most primal form , was riding a sound wave through eternal nothingness. Swim felt as if he was some type of autonomous , megalomaniacal , ubiquitous entity. But at the same time swim felt that he was on the verge of liquefying at the same time.

Before going back to his apartment , swim and his roommate and friend stopped at the gas station to get another cigar (for a blunt) and some orange juice and nearly every flavor of bubbleicious that was available. The checkers that made up the floor seemed to be switching places and coalescing into each other while whizzing around beneath swim’s feet. Once swim reached the back , he beheld the glorious sight of the drink cooler. The sharpness of the blues and yellows were spellbinding , not to mention the mysteries in the bottles containing that wondrous mix of hydrogen and oxygen that we call water. Once at the counter , swim noticed that the clerk had pink mist trailing her pony tail , a la Hailey’s comet. If only she knew the complexity of the coins dancing their way into swim’s pocket. Once outside the gas station , swim heard dozens of voices behind him, but when swim looked back , all he saw was the clerk in the window. Swim can’t begin to describe the taste of sweet orange juice and/or bubbleicious while experiencing 1 of the 2 most intense (so far) trips of his life.

Once the excursion was over , they made their way back swim’s my house. By this point swim had come to accept the fact that he wasn't even halfway through my experience. Once in his original spot on the couch , he did the only thing he could think to do. Swim played the video game to end all video games : "Grand Theft Auto : Vice City".

As swim took on Tommy Vercetti's persona , he took on the new intensity of his trip. Swim was amazed , and grateful , that his trip was still getting stronger. After swim put in every code he knew , which is pretty much all the good ones ( chaos mode ,weapons , health) , he proceeded to destroy the city. Swim felt the adrenaline rush of every jump and the tension of every street fight. Suddenly , swim felt like one of those characters in the cartoons where the room is way to big for the people. Almost like swim’s feet were dangling off of the , now massive , couch and the sounds were echoing.

Then , swim entered the "apex".

Suddenly , the controller was no extension of his manipulative intentions toward the game. The screen bobbled as swim ran , as if there was no longer any extension between the game and him. Swim was experiencing it in a first person perspective. The anxiety was almost palpable. As you put it , swim did ascend into the clouds for a while. Swim shot an officer and instantaneously received 2 stars. The voice he heard was that of a dispatcher , speaking in code and giving a description of me and the crime swim committed. Then that was the only voice swim heard , but it was like she multiplied herself by 100 and they were all talking at once. It flooded swim’s head. Swim let loose a barrage of shotgun blasts on the surrounding officers and civilians. Swim was convinced that he actually felt the wind of the helicopter on his back. Swim employed some guerilla tactics to eliminate the SWAT team and take their SWAT truck. Swim made them chase him over a few jumps while he tried to withstand the most intense video game session he have ever experienced. Then , after about 10 minutes , swim inevitably burst into flames and was subsequently "wasted". Once this happened swim felt a nagging sense of anxiety. This lasted for maybe 2 or 3 minutes , though it very well could have been an hour. Once it subsided, it was like swim forgot he was human and had a near panoramic view of my living room and the graphics swim had turned back on. It was like swim was part of the “space” between “things”. Like an atmospheric or cosmic medium. Then swim felt as if he was about to turn into water. Like the liquid guy from Terminator 2. And for a few minutes , swim actually believed it.
Swim looked over at his friend , whose normally eloquent vocabulary had had dramatically been reduced to "dam..shit...fuck..dude..man..woah...what!?!?! ", and swim nodded. It still amazes swim that his friend knew that nod meant "lighter". And , swim shits you not , he handed swim a lighter. The nuggets were like pebbles as he put a little in the bowl.

Swim turned off the game and turned the music back on. They sat there through sunrise , not moving , as they listened to nearly all of the 1000+ songs on swim’s PS3. At about 9am they smoked the last bowl. Swim left his friend to his thoughts on the couch as swim went to his room to also be to his thoughts. And to start the process of integration back into the superficial world. Swim put a sheet over his bedroom window to make it as dark as possible. Then swim’s 2 cats came into his room and jumped onto his bed. For some reason , swim thinks cats know when "something is up" , if you know what swim means. They both went through their cleaning rituals at the foot of swim’s bed before they took their spots on the comforter and curled up for sleep. But , like all cats , they started purring , loudly and vigorously. Swim opened his eyes to see that their purring had distorted the entire room to give it a vibrating effect. Swim closed his eyes again to explore his thoughts , but swim was still subconsciously occupied with the music. Little flashes of light and vivid kaleidoscope like effects danced around in swim’s mind and on the inside of swim‘s eyelids. Swim chose to enjoy it and got lost in the visuals until he went to "sleep".

Needless to say swim took nearly a day and a half to recover.

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very well written and engaging