Have you ever had sex while on a trip? What's it like?
it’s like you might imagine; the inability to quit smiling for hours x the greatness of doing it already. coupled with no inhibitions and the perception that all your senses are infinite, it’s a good time.
it’s spiritual. it’s like everything in the world making sense while you have the best time of your life for 8-12+ hours. you can’t stop smiling. things like food and cigarettes and pissing become these foreign necessities that you’ve got to make sense of all over. you realize how dumb things like cell phones and television are while learning to appreciate the little things like flashlights and lighters. fire is essential. you become this pyromaniac that’s primitive as shit and simplicity reigns supreme. there’s a oneness with the earth. rain and snow, don’t even fucking go there. you realize that your true calling is to be a dj in spain and you envision it like the zion party from the matrix. you want to watch the matrix but end up watching cartoons.
the key is to find and do good acid. get it from a hippie at a gathering, they rarely lie about their acid. if they do they’re not real hippies, they’re kids from philly or some other dirty city that wears fitteds and goes to wonderful music festivals only to find and do designer drugs.
DO NOT DO TOO MUCH ACID OR YOU WILL BECOME A HIPPIE YOURSELF AND NOBODY WANTS THAT. I CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH. one journey per season is plenty. summer obviously being the best because woods, duh.
i really don’t think you’ve lived until you’ve experienced a good psychedelic reformatting/awakening. in short, it’s like being a kid again. you (think you) are fearless, uninhibited and are going to live the remainder of your life as this cool mixture of aldous huxley, dr. seuss and some shaman dude you saw on natty geo. you finally get hunter s. thompson. you decide to live on capri sun and mike & ike’s forever but give up the next day. you hopefully become a better person and don’t charles manson. he’s fun but what he did bummed everybody out.
anyway, i never thought an ask would make me weep for joy but you’ve found my weakness, anon. it’s worth it, i promise.