best part of the trip is the morning after…the return of mental stillness…there is a point in the trip when you’re not sure you’ll ever come down…a deep, deep relief when you do…next time stay awake and enjoy the (internal)view…
You were on 'shrooms, dude. Fat chance you’d actually have done that if you weren’t on mind-altering drugs.
So while you shouldn’t have done that, it’s at least something to note that you weren’t totally in control of yourself . . . unless you really did mean to post all that drivel:)
This is definitely a thread that should be saved from pruning and preserved for posterity. If not for cautionary purposes, then at least for the shoehorn butterhorse line.
–sublight.
Thanks for the bump, Sublight, this is the funniest thread I have seen so far. “Ha-ha” funny and also “I’m glad that we didn’t have internet access when I was doing 'shrooms” funny.
I don’t know how I’m doing this because I can’t feel my arms. THey’re just a pretty picture like thisawoehjhahsgkjllsdfkjl man that’s a gorgeous picture isn’t it?
Hey, I remember this. Homer popped into chat a while before he took the shrooms and told us all what he was about to do. So funny.
I went to a small and very liberal arts college in the Pacific Northwest. It is settled on the edge of the Olympic Rainforest which is the greatest place in all of the world to hut for mushrooms. I found mushrooms all the time and usually ate large quantities of non-psilocybic gourmet mushrooms. I have tripped for weeks at a time, freaked out my roommates, and was kicked out of the dorm. I guess they got tired of a shroomed out retard buggin’ out in the livingroom.
The only time I have ever passed out was at a Blues Traveler concert. I had bought an eighth and had slowly consumed them through the show. I ate them like Frito’s, I love the taste. I was watching the band play, then it occurred to me they were having an intricate conversation with their respective instruments. Everything turned seaweed like, swaying back and forth and out I went. Next thing I knew there was a guy holding me up and pouring water in my mouth from a water bottle. I came to and exited the arena, walking through a hallway and trying to see through the flashes of orange and green that clouded my mind. I drove home(I know, I know) but the drive was only like a mile to my house. I took a shower and every light seemed to be like ten times brighter. The shower was awesome. Then I sat and looked at the pictures of my family and myself, and came to the conclusion that I had to be the son of God because my dad’s name was Joe. I had no real prior affiliation with God before this point. I went back to the show and picked up my 5 friends that I had left the show. I drive a van.
Another bad trip I had was when I was hitchhiking on the east side of Maui, from Kahalui to Hana. I got a lift from a couple, unmarried, in their late teens, early 20’s. We stopped at the huge pasture in Hana with the giant cross and started looking.
We didn’t find many at first but after a while we had a ton. We ate them all. Like ten a piece. We were wacked out of our gourdes, and we barely knew each other. There were huge herds of cows on the other side of a valley that just stood there and watched us for about half an hour. Didn’t even move. And there was a bull that would stare at me like he was gonna kill me. I tried to get him to charge me but he must have been under the weather.
We all got in the car and started looking for a camping site before it got dark. Well, it got dark, started pouring, and we were cruisin around on these country-bumpkin jungle roads made of dirt and there were no street lights at all. Twisting and winding and then the girl started getting upset and I had a vague idea of where we had to go. Then the couple started going at it and we pulled up to a police station. They made me go in, so I did and there was this old ass cop, like eighty years old and I couldn’t understand a word he said.
We drove around a little more then the girl started crying so they gave me the slip. I found a pay phone and called my buddy whom I was trying to meet and he was almost forty miles in the other direction. He called some friends who were huge pot growers and dealers to see if they could help me out.
They came out of the darkness in a brand new Suburban, with a two-foot lift, and about fifty amber accessory lights like the kind you find on an 18-wheeler. I was scared to death and was kind of losing it. They unrolled the window and said, “Hey, Wishbone!” I had no idea how they knew my name or what they wanted, because I had totally forgotten my phone conversation a few minutes earlier. They told me to go to a shopping center that was under construction and I slept on concrete floor.
I woke up as high as a kite. It wouldn’t bother me if I weren’t forty miles in the middle of nowhere. I have not eaten mushrooms since.
It’s the only thing I miss about my wilder days. God, how I loved both acid and 'shrooms! I’ve tripped about 300 times (sometimes for days) and only had one bad trip…and that was while being chased by the cops (for something I didn’t do!).
Had some seriously uplifting spiritual experiences on psychedelics…but that’s another thread, another day…
this is definetly a bustagut thread; deserving of survival.
[sub]and just THINK how happy homer will be that you drug this up for him :)[/sub]
I’m just glad you guys enjoyed my dementia. I’m kinda upset that my monkey thread is locked so future generations can’t experience the… well… something… that it was. Life is life.
–Tim
Holy crap, I love this thread.
The first time I did shrooms (we did two each), my buddies and I went shopping at the local huge mall, and our souls kept leaving our bodies and flying around the food court and stuff.
Now that was cool.
Is that for real? It looked just a bit too crazy for crazy.
" I still can’t feel my fingers but they’re doing an incredible job and going really really fast fuck fuck fuck vuck"
LOL.
Great thread.
Fucking faker.
Oh my dear lord. I have read this thread so many times and it just keeps getting better.
My 2 trips on shrooms were initially fascinating but turned nightmarish, probably due to extreme overdosing - in both cases, the dose had to be estimated because the mushrooms were only partially dried.
My experience was like reverting, regressing, going back into the womb. Initially, the physical world got kind of - flattened. Blunted. My hands looked stubby and waxy pink, like cartoon hands. I was petting the cat and the cat was like a stuffed animal. Primitivized. Reduced to a pre-speech perception of “cat”.
The piano keys because flattened, a cartoon drawing of a keyboard. The printed page was weird, symbolic looking - the charcters very big and flat and indecipherable. I couldn’t read - actually I remember, 3 years old, the sensation of wanting to read and not being able to. This was exactly like that. I had regressed to the level beneath written speech.
Then I regressed further and lost all verbal powers. The TV was talking utter gibberish to me on every channel - much worse than the OP. Meaningless syllables. I had lost the ability to understand language. This was pretty freaky.
Then I got really sick and just wanted to die. Luckily I didn’t, and I’m done with shrooms for good.
once more this Thread hath been Ressurected for the betterment of all men, and the enlightenment of the ages. go forth into it’s words, and LEARN.
its been a while since i posted here but i just thought about this thread and felt like it needed a bump.
HAHAHAHHAHAA… MAAAAN this is like THE BEST post EVER!
seriously, next time there’s another one of these “experiments”… send me a message 
(or, I dunno… bug Flami… )
Is it legal to grow and sell fresh mushrooms in the States? I have noticed in the UK that a lot of head shops and tattoo parlours are now selling fresh mushrooms (Thai, Mexican, Hawaiian and one other type that I forget) for very reasonable prices (£10 for 10g). I think they are able to do this because the law in Britain says that mushrooms are legal as long as they are not preserved in any way. Either way I bought 4 doses and split it between me and two friends it was nothing like Homers odyssey (do you like what I did just there?) but it was still a good blast from the past. I’m not sure if its my bag anymore though…a bit to out of control for me. Thanks for making me laugh Homer, that post really cracked me up, it was a lot like reading Burroughs or Kerouac or something, just pure stream of consciousness stuff. Jolly good show!
I’m not sure if I want to revisit that either but how many are there?
I’m not sure it would be the same without the 44B though. I was trying to remember the route number so I checked the Dublin Bus website. If their current timetable was in operation then, we’d hardly have done mushrooms at all. There’s no bus between 08.20 and 16.00 on a Saturday!
We should ask Homer if his Da has a shed;).