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Old 09-07-2003, 03:30 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Pink Elephant blotter

I ran into this at the String Cheese Incident show last night. It seemed to be the 'stuff' going around, as myself and the people I was with were offered it numerous times and purchased from several different sources. The high price was about $9 a hit, the low $5.(what I paid) I also saw some brown blotter. Definately no fractal, which make sense. I was just wondering if anyone had heard about these or had any experience with them. This weekend was the first dates of the tour, so I figure this is probably what people are going to run into over the next two months.

The squares are solid color backgrounds with a pink elephant or like creature on them.(possible rabbit or teddy bear as well)

I haven't taken them yet, nor has anyone I know. I won't be doing until Saturday, so I probably bump this thread back up then and give a report.

Tangent thought: Sense when did "molly" become so popular at jamband shows? I mean, I can't get a good picture because I only started attending these events about a year ago, and they're few and far between for me. hippie rollers...
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Old 09-07-2003, 07:10 PM   #2 (permalink)
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i haven't seen that print...

got about 2 grams of molly in my fridge though...it's like an accent here, everybody has some
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Old 09-07-2003, 08:31 PM   #3 (permalink)
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I'm getting a sheet of fairy-on-a-toadstool print blotter, pretty good shit.
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Old 09-13-2003, 11:34 AM   #4 (permalink)
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I'm not sure what I'm going to turn this post into, but I said I'd recount my experience anyway for anyone who cared to read.

I ate my two hits right after I left work Friday night. Probably in my mouth at 6:35 pm. As soon as they were in I felt, 'off,' but whatever. I had eaten a good-sized chocolate chip cookie about 2.5 hours previous, but I didn't think it'd come into play. I then ventured off to this girl's house whom I don't know very well at all. I had a good friend there, two other guys I know pretty well, the girl who's house it was, and two other girls I'd never met before. Got there by 7 pm, feeling strange but no visual distortions. We smoked a little in the backyard, and I could feel my hearing improve. One of the guys took a rather large hit, and I believed his face to be turning green, like he was going to be sick. Strangely enough, he retained that tinge for most of the evening. The sun had gone down, but the last light was reflecting on some high cirrus clouds which cast the whole yard in a golden light, more obvious to me than anyone else.

I didn't feel myself fully tripping until maybe 8:30. Virtually no pupil dialation until maybe 8:15 pm, which suprised me, because I thought that lysergic kicked at the latest of an hour after ingestion. Then things got weird. A fourth girl showed up, in fragile mindstate. She seemed to be making a big deal about something, crying. I, at that point, had no idea what the problem was. But I felt the tension. Fuck I felt the tesion. It was thick and textured and sounded and looked strange, as did the carpet, the wooden bookcase, my little fiber-optic light stick which I received at the SCI show last weekend, the pink night-clouds and dark trees and wind outside. The geometric patterns I saw were absolutely amazing.

"Are you even tripping," someone would ask me.
"Yeah...," I would reply, looking at them in their eyes, them looking at my dialation, then my vision drifting from their wavy faces and bodies to the wall or whatever background behind them was. They didn't seem to comprehend why I was looking at things so intently. Even my skin was moving, pulsating. I saw through it, down to the skeleton, then the layers of tissue and blood vessels and muscle, and the skin again. Quite amazing visuals. And sounds.

But back to the tension. Various people began pairing off in their common capacities. Actually, only two were together, and my good friend was being set up with a sort of kind slut. She was nice and funny, but a total carnivore, gets with everyone, apparently. But first I have to move my car. It's maybe 10 pm, and me and my good buddy, who is 10 shots behind and not a drinker, get in my car and drive it aways down the street. I am, of course, peaking, and I'm not even sure I made it above 20 miles per on our short journey. I probably stopped for half a minute too long at a stop sign as well. Apparently, some authoritarian figure ventured to the domicile from next door and said that they didn't mind the drinking, just that no one could drive, and promptly left. I immediately suspected it was my behavior that promted the invasion. I heard the word 'police' and other such frightening terms occasionally over the course of the evening, which made for an interesting couple of moments every once in awhile.

Oh yes, the tension. The crying girl apparently was making this big deal over her feeling of being deserted, as was explained to me by the alcoholic girl. It was impressive. This chick drank more than half a liter of vodka to herself, strait, and was still able to pour correctly and stand without looking inebriated. I only wanted to shake her hand. But I asked for a tension explanation and it was given to me in bits and pieces. Cut up by particularly ugly revelations on my part. That these four women were all plotting and scheming against each other constantly. Literally telling one of them to walk into a room and get hurt by what she'd see. God, truth serum. I experience mental confusion with mushrooms, to a small degree, but with LSD, perfect clarity. And I called them as I saw them. Which was probably a bad idea...

I couldn't help being honest. I called these people on everything, and they hated me for it, at least that's how I saw it. It's much to early to judge the rammifications of what occured. Bah! The longest, weirdest, most mentally taxing evening of my life, and I was only there for 4.5 hours. One particularly horrifying scene was when the drinker told the cryer to go see my buddy and the kinderwhore doing whatever in a side room. The door to this room was maybe 6 ft. from my couch, and I see the cryer open the door, say something to the tune of 'I don't even know you anymore...(inaudible )...looking through a fucking glass window." Or it might have been,"I'll put you through a fucking glass window." Either way, she slams the door and turns to look at me with the worst look I've ever seen in my life. She walks towards me, accusing me with her eyes. "What...what are you doing? What's wrong with you," she says, shaking her head in disbelief. I'm stupefied, trying to think of what to say. She walks away and asks what's wrong with me of the alcoholic. "Oh, he's just tripping acid." I immediately flash to the hotel check-in scene of Fear and Loathing in LV. I was saying Thompson's words, or thinking them, rather. I'd felt very isolated the whole night, which is something I have enough of already, but that's how it was. But it all came to head at that moment. Wow...

Luckily, I got out of the house. We smoked in my car, and I ventured home 6 miles of 45 mph streets, no longer peaking, but definately having to concentrate on the task at hand. Not very tough to drive. Road waving and breathing, tail lights and tracers. I think I fell asleep for 3+ hours at aroun 2:30 am, waking up at a quarter of 6, and being in and out until I rose at 9. The day is grey and cold, which always seems to happen the day after I trip.

I've ranted. I apologize. I'm not sure if this post belongs here or in Guidance and Support. Everything is torn apart, up-rooted, changed. I lost my faith in humanity last night. I can't even explain it to myself. I basically wan to tell all these people that if they had witnessed what I had, they'd have blown their respective heads off. What's worse is that it was all over such complete trivial shit. Maybe I blew it out of proportion. Fuck. But I wouldn't trade the experience for for anything...
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Old 09-13-2003, 02:29 PM   #5 (permalink)
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Haha, nice. I actually have 4 hits of this very same acid (I believe it's Dumbo on the paper). I haven't tried any yet, but I'm going to drop some within 30 minutes. And yeah, it was gotten from a string cheese incident concert also. I'll let you know how it was for me...
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Old 09-13-2003, 09:54 PM   #6 (permalink)
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wow, nice story... wish i could've gone the string cheese show now, maybe some acid will float my way.
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Old 09-15-2003, 02:56 PM   #7 (permalink)
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Very much enjoyed. I long to hear truthful tails of tripping. Always another in my book of pluses.
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