		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 1:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   200 lb

About me:

I'm a 21 year old musician, chess player, and psychonaut.  I'd say I have an intermediate experience with hallucinogens having done mushrooms more times than I can count and acid a dozen times.  I have no family or personal history of mental illness, I smoke marijuana daily, and I generally have my life together.

This particular event took place when my main band decided to ingest acid together for the first time with some new liquid we had aquired.  I had broken up with my girlfriend the night before but I felt that I was in a peaceful enough mindset to be okay with the planned trip.

The Trip:

T+0:00: The guitarist and I have taken acid together since the beginning, the drummer a few times, and it was the first time for our singer.  'Guitar', 'Drums', and I took 2 hits each, and 'Singer' took 1 to test the waters.  We decided to listen to some music while we waited to feel the effects.

T+1:00: An hour later Drums and Singer were starting to feel the effects while we were listening to The Doors.  Guitar and I were not impressed with the new acid and passed it off as weak.  We each took another hit.

T+1:05: The first two hits started to take hold for me and I looked at Guitar.  He was looking back at me with the same, 'Oh my god, what have we done?' look on his face.  We laughed and decided to get ready for an awesome trip.

T+1:30:  We were listening to Portugal The Man's new album and I was watching the ceiling warp and change while the lyrics took me to a faraway place in my mind.  (This CD would set the tone for my battle to come.  If you have heard the album then you already understand.) I was having the time of my life and I believe I can safely say the same for Guitar and Singer.  Drums was slowly spiraling downward into his own introspection and wasn't liking what he was seeing.  We could feel the bad trip across the room.

T+2:00:  Everyone was full blown tripping at this point.  We had planned out most of the trip and it was time to listen to our new release to get inspiration for new music.

As we listened to our CD I closed my eyes and let my mind wander.  I imagined a woman dressed in a cloak from the future placing an object on a pillar.  I couldn't see what it was because the item was bright like the sun.  She placed it on the pillar and the light grew until it was brighter than the sun and in an instant it was gone.  Teleported back in time where it would be safe.

To me, that object was our music and we had somehow found it.  I knew it as a powerful weapon that could be used to destroy the world or bring it to glory.  It was all ours.  I suddenly knew myself as a guardian of an ancient relic, my band mates were my fellow warriors.

The CD ended and I opened my eyes.  I was feeling the third hit and the world was entirely new.  Our house had become an ancient land.  The music room was a treasure room where we kept our precious weapon.  The rest of the house was an itracate series of tunnels in a cave designed to confuse those who would come to steal it.

I looked at Guitar, the silent assassin.  He was smart, calculating, and precise.  Singer was a noble knight, a bit loud and arrogant, his intentions to change the world were righteous.  He was our leader.  I am the biggest and strongest of the group and I felt like the muscle.  My bass was a weapon of power, I had to be careful where I put the notes because I could change the edge of our weapon altogether if I wasn't careful.  Then I looked at Drums.

Drums was having a terrible trip.  I looked into his eyes and saw for a brief moment something I've never seen before.  A demon...I knew then that a demon had possessed Drums in order to get close to the weapon.  He wanted to get close to us so he could use the weapon to destroy the world.

To make matters worse he kept saying Demon-like things. 'We're going to become great and take over the world!'  I 'knew' that my fellow warriors would not be fooled by such trickery but I couldn't call him out on being possessed or we could be killed.  Now was the time for calm moves.

T+3:00: After listening to our release and taking a quick break, we piled into our music room and hooked up our equipment.  My bass felt new.  For the first time I appreciated the smooth edges, the way the strings felt in my hands, the weight of the bass on my shoulders.  I was one with this weapon and I wondered briefly if somebody would find this ancient relic and use it's power someday for good.

Drums asked in a demonic fashion, 'If you could play one last song before you died, what would it be?'  So this was how it was going to end.  The demon was going to kill us after he learned the secret of the weapon.

We started playing one of our old songs.  I felt that the three of us were battling with the demon through music.  It was like a video game, every well played note seemed to hit the demon and every misplayed note made the demon stronger.

Drums was terrible.  The drum parts were inconsistant, the tempos kept changing, and I figured it was because demons didn't understand how to use the weapon correctly.  I couldn't let this get to me, we had to destroy this demon.

After the intro was over and the song really picked up I closed my eyes as if being forced by an unknown entity.  No matter how I tried I could not bring myself to open them.  I played my parts on instinct and feeling.

Suddenly, I felt our souls being transported into Hell.  The music was distorted and alien.  All of the evil in the entire universe had surrounded us.

At the moment it was clear, we weren't fighting for just our souls.  We were fighting for the souls of the entire world.  This was the time to fight back.  The fate of the world and its inhabitants depended on us.

T+3:04:  I have never played the song so well and with so much passion.  Could the souls of 3 men defeat the entire army of evil?  Does love really conquer all?  I wasn't sure, but I would be damned if I didn't try.

The song was nearing the finish.  I felt like we were losing, it was just too hard to play against the drums that were consistantly wrong.  I started to lose faith.  This could be it, the world would be destroyed because we toyed with a weapon far too powerful for mere mortals.

It was only a matter of time, the song was almost over.  Evil was winning.  I perceived the temperature in the room rising by potentially thousands of degrees.  My skin felt like it was melting off of my bones.  I had to try, I had to fight, what else could I do?  I loved the world!  I couldn't let it be destroyed.

The outro began, the part where I do back up vocals.  As I shouted my back up lyrics I felt a strange sensation.  Love was coming out of my chest and filling the room.  It wasn't just from me, I could feel the love coming out of Guitar and Singer's chests as well.  I could even feel it from Drums.  The weapon wasn't sent from the future, it wasn't kept in the music room, and it couldn't be stolen by evil.

The weapon was love and we each had a piece of it in our hearts.  I heard the demons start to scream. I could feel them clawing at the walls and trying to escape.  We were killing them off!  We could actually beat this!

The song ended and my eyes opened.  The room felt cool, calm, and peaceful.  Drums looked up and said, 'I feel like I just woke up.'

'Welcome back.' I said with a smile.  We turned off our instruments and separated into our own rooms.

T+3:05 onward:  I spent the next several hours in my room playing online chess while still tripping.  I felt sober compared to the events that happened in our music room and in truth I won most of my games before falling asleep for several hours.

I stopped feeling the effects of the acid completely around T+10:00

While the trip was intense and intricate, the lesson I learned that day was very simple and I believe it to this day:  Fight for what you love.  If you go down in the name of love at least you tried.

Cheers.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 76044

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jun 8, 2009	Views: 8,526

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LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), Entities / Beings (37), General (1), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 2:00
		 2 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 2:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 4:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 6:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

		   T+ 7:30
		 4 drops
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		   T+ 8:00
		 1 tablet
		 oral
		 MDMA
		 (pill / tablet)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   70 kg

I took a bottle of liquid acid to a friend's new year's eve party.  I usually take MDMA with halucinogens as it can help to reduce anxiety if things go pear-shaped.  I was very fortunate in that I had managed to procure eight very clean* pills and took five of these at roughly two-hour intervals starting two hours before the first dose of acid.

I took two drops of the acid under my tongue at around 10:30 pm with the intention of starting to trip after the new year had started.  The timing was perfect and shortly after midnight I started seeing bright colours and experienced the happy confusion that acid always brings to me.  At around 4:00 am I decided to take more acid as the trip was proceeding well and I wanted to trip harder.  I took another 4 drops.  Within half an hour I was tripping very hard indeed.  I had chosen an elevated location in the corner of the room where I could look down on the whole room and observe everyone within it.  I was aware that movement was becoming harder and that soon I would not be able to move at all so this comfortable location was something of a neccessity.

At the height of the trip I had the impression that I had two minds. My personality, which is never affected by acid, was looking in on my rational mind which was very strongly affected.  I could feel thoughts passing through my rational mind very slowly and these thoughts were always recursive.  I cannot recollect the precise nature of these thoughts but they were something like 'I could go across the room but in order to do so I must first move half way.  In order to go half way I must first move half of half way...'  I was also aware that no one else in the room was moving so I assume that these periods were actually very short in duration although they seemed to last for hours.

At the end of each period I would see people start to move very slowly and I had the impression that I was willing them to move and that they could not move without my will.  I concentrated on each person that I could see moving and they slowly gathered speed and would eventually move at normal speed.  After following this procedure with some five or six people the rest of them them started to move of their own accord and I no longer needed to 'help' them.  Another recursive effect was where the room seemed to expand from a point within itself.  The 'parent' room would be squashed by the expanding 'child' which would eventually fill the parent and take its place.  The precise mechanism of this effect is lost on me now but it seemed that this expansion was taking place in some external dimension beyond the usual three dimensions of space.

The entire room was decorated with UV reactive hangings and these provided me with the most glorious visual effects.  Everything shimmered with bright colours although there were no gross visual distortions and everything in the room was clearly recognisable.  In particular there were none of the gross distortions of faces which I have experienced with psilocybin**.  For the entire trip I was happy, relaxed and most of the time, utterly euphoric.  The euphoria was almost certainly due, in part, to the MDMA.

During the most intense periods the party room was the entire universe.  I was not aware of anything outside of that room and I had no concept of any geographical location.  This is a feeling that I deliberately cultivate when I go to an outdoor festival (the whole point being to leave one troubles in the larger world behind) but in this case it was not a choice or even a feeling that I tried to induce.

In my more lucid moments I felt very close to nature and at one with everyone in the room.  It is hard to describe this oneness, I was always located in my own body but I somehow felt that my body or mind incorporated the others in the room.  In contrast, psilocybin can induce a dramatic loss of self, both physically and mentally which can reduce me to a point of thought floating in empty space.  This is somewhat disturbing and annoying since it effectively removes me from the party.  Acid had never made me anxious, even when I have been anxious in anticipation of the trip when I first started to use it.

After the peaks had passed I spent many more hours experiencing strong visual disturbances of colour and light, although my rational mind was relatively clear.  The music at the party was especially enhanced.  The DJs were playing deep house and progressive house but I heard sparse, minimal techno.  I love this style of music and the transformation was very welcome.  These effects continued until around 5.00pm when they stopped rather abruptly.

The next day I awoke expecting to feel the body load that acid normally brings but there was none.  I felt fit and alert and there were no detectable residual effects at all, not even from the MDMA.  This was the most acid that I have ever taken at one time and it was clearly very strong, the strength was noted by others that had taken it and several of them said that they had had their hardest trip ever. Despite the strength no one reported any unpleasantness and many who had taken it said that it was their best trip ever.  It was certainly my best trip ever and a highly satisfactory way to see in the new year.

* By 'clean' I mean that the pills had the effect of pure MDMA with no side effects.

** I have previously tried psilocybin in doses from threshold to overwhelming (12 * dried psilocybe cubensis) and I find it too unpredictable and, at times utterly horrific.  I have had good trips on psilocybin but when your friends faces decay and worms crawl in and out of the holes in their flesh it is difficult to retain your composure!  I have since decided that psilocybin is way too unpredictable and I no longer indulge.  I have taken LSD on about eight occasions over approximately six years, usually small doses and the experience has always been entertaining and controlled.

Note: I am an atheist in the true sense of the word.  I do not believe that there is any mystical significance to halucinogens and I consider it the height of stupidity to make any significant decisions as a result of any drug induced mental state.  I take drugs for entertainment not for enlightenment.

Exp Year: 2007	ExpID: 58609

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Jul 19, 2009	Views: 8,161

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LSD (2), MDMA (3) : Combinations (3), Large Group (10+) (19)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 900 ug
		 sublingual
		 LSD

		   T+ 2:40

		 smoked
		 Cannabis

		   T+ 3:50
		 50 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

		   T+ 5:20
		 50 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

		   T+ 6:50
		 50 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

		   T+ 8:20
		 50 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   125 lb

Set and Setting:

A regional outdoor camping and dancing event. This group of people gathers every month or two to throw down a good party. The mindset was positive, fed by the good vibes projected by everyone present. The group of people was my burn family, and everyone knows everyone fairly well.

Experience level:

I regularly (once every month or two) participate in some form of psychedelic activity. Lately, I have been doing this mostly with MDMA (pure), but the effects have started to drop off just that little bit and I thought it was time to take a break of longer. I've done MDMA 18 times over the course of my three years of psychedelic use. LSD and DMT have been great to me the dozen or so times I have been able to get a hold of them. I have not had any notably positive experiences with mushrooms or heavy stimulants. Research chemicals remain mostly untouched.

The Trip:

At 20:20 on 18 April, I intended to take 250µg of LSD to trip into Bicycle Day, in typical fashion.  [Erowid Note:
Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]   By 21:00 I felt ill to my stomach, coming up hard, but I knew I had nothing to vomit. I drank some water, trying to quell my stomach, but this was instantly rejected. I 10 minutes or so, I tried to get fluids into my body but this repeatedly failed over the course of two hours. The world was spinning and I could not tell which way was up. All I could think about was that I needed to get fluids and electrolytes into my body, to give myself something to burn.

The headspace of the trip was fairly interesting with heavy spinning patterns and thoughts about evolution, survival and how we've come to this point in our existence.

I was still trying to make this a good experience, but the physical symptoms overwhelmed me. Starting to think I might just be 'that kid at the rave that dies from dehydration', but I pushed through it, trying to figure out the easiest way to get what I needed into my body. Switching into survival mode, the journey began to find tolerable liquids, something with substance, but light. I decided to take a walk, because I knew this was not going to come to me.

At 23:00 I ran into the person who had given me the '250 mics'. He hesitantly asked:

'Hey man, did I accidentally give you the white ones?'

'Yes, why?'

'And you ate all three?'

'Yes, why?'

'Those were my personal ones, I dosed those at 300 a piece'

'That explains a lot.'

After learning of the actual dose, I needed to find something to level me off. As I did not want to go to sleep in such a state of dehydration, sedation by xanax or trazodone was out of the question. I tried some marijuana, as this generally works for nausea. I cough and gag, take a sip of water and vomit immediately.

Vomiting another time against a tree at around 00:10 on 19 April, I was approached by one of the long-time veterans of the group, and asked if I wanted just a little bit of ketamine to relax my body and stop the convulsions. I felt that this was the best option out of the few I was considering. Ketamine is something I had little experience with, but the few times had been completely relaxing, and I could see how this would help my situation greatly. She takes me to the magic bus and measures out a 50mg bump.

About five minutes after the drip passed, I was overwhelmed by relaxation and was offered a quart of orange gatorade. Sitting down, the gatorade slowly makes it into my system, and I feel better as the ketamine begins to take effect. I find some company, talk through my trip, working out a lot of existential issues. I give my thanks to the orange gatorade bottle, as it is now empty. This is a good thing and my fears of death-by-dehydration dissipate. My body is fueled. The water bottle needed refilling and my companion suggests that we talk a SLOW stroll around the beautiful landscape.

Standing on my own two feet again, I feel like I have made it through the storm, and explore the positive side of the night. The K has made the soreness and discomfort in my body vanish, and I can walk and dance again. We go to the bus again because a large party had built up around it. Dancing for the first time after feeling so much in agony was refreshing to say the least, and gaining a new perspective on space, time, and movement was a rewarding experience. I could feel the way my muscles were moving through the space and time. Visually, I cannot explain what was going on, but it was a beautiful fusion of hybridisation of space-time and emotions.

I was comfortable and finally managed to get more liquids in me with a tiny bit of solid food (bread, cream cheese, and jam). However, the K is beginning to fade, and the nausea is returning. Seeing me start to clench my stomach, my friend offers me another dose, and I take it, as it worked so well the first time. Almost instantly, I'm back on the way to comfort, and we decide to check in with each other every hour or so. The visuals at this point are almost continuously reminiscent of an Escher woodcut, drifting between full black and white and full neon colours. Staircases and columns are imposed over everything.

Each time I hit the peak, I had new insights, one of which was very useful to my physics thesis. I've been working on this one problem in quantum mechanics of how to tunnel through an infinitely tall yet narrow boundary. A fellow physics major, who was hit by a car in September, and was remarkably able to walk (with the aid of a cane) had a method which had worked for him. 'Baby steps' he says. I though of how he had overcome his 'infinite barrier' of a shattered pelvis, concussion, and a whole mess of related problems. This was ironically the same solution to my problem. Modeling the boundary as a step works, and solves the problem.

Exp Year: 2009	ExpID: 78287

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 5, 2009	Views: 7,519

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Therapeutic Intent or Outcome (49), Combinations (3), Rave / Dance Event (18)


		 DOSE:

		 1 cig.
		 smoked
		 Cannabis - Hash
		 (plant material)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   145 lb

It was the first time I took LSD. I had been fascinated by reports such as reported by Hoffman and Aldus Huxley and had been reading it up for a few months now. So I scored a 500 microgram double dipped hoffman 2000 from my man and me and my best friend Kim went down to the beach.  [Erowid Note:
Claims of measured microgram dosages for LSD are usually unsupported. Quantitative measurements for LSD are very difficult to do and cannot be done casually. Without further detailed information about how the measurements were derived, it is reasonable to assume that most statements of microgram dosages of LSD on blotter or in microdots are either misinformed or overstated.]  We smoked a hash joint there and then I dropped the acid. Time approx sunset. He then left me to go to his girl and I proceeded alone on a long leisurely walk along the Arabian sea coastline of India. Looking back I should have surely needed a guide, I don't know why I didn't insist on him coming with me.

15 min later the effects still hadn’t begun and as the stars had come out I tried inducing the trip by looking at the stars and spinning around. It kick-started the trip and would last me a full hellishly intense 12 hours. I got off the beach and into a beach bar. Initially it was like the most ultimately pleasant experience ever. Laughter on 45 min at anything and anyone. Everything was really cracking me up. Even things that were not funny. Then I spun in my seat looking at the thatched roof and it took off like a helicopter’s blades spinning it into the air. Fuck. Houston we have lift off.

I started to feel uncomfortable and decided to get out of there before it became obvious on my face that I was affected. I reached the end of the road and had to sit down at the bar. It was holi festival in India that same day. A festival where people throw powdered colour indiscriminately on people, cows, cars, bikes, houses. There was a group of grotesquely fat aussie women with their guys all covered with holi colour. What a disturbing sight. I needed peace sanctuary. Then the waiter noticed I was fucked and I asked him for a glass of water. He brought it and put it on the table. The table looked like it was sloping 45 degrees so I put my hand out to stop the glass from falling. The waiter kindly informed me that all was well. He asked if I was ok. I most definitely was not.

After an eternity or probably 20 min or so. I saw a face I knew which otherwise I could identify with the name but in my state I could just cry out “Hey you!“ So he came over and I explained that I had taken acid and needed to go home. He brought me to my hotel. I was tripping on the journey back heavily didn’t even recognize the road which I had been down so many times before.

The strongest part of the trip begins at my 50 rupee/night hotel room. I see thru miniscule holes in the door and see floating white mist in the room. From my bed I can see the ant moving in the crack of the door, illumined by the streetlight. I can focus in and out of the ant. I can focus in and see the ant in more clarity. I start to convulse on the bed and get palpitations. I look down at my left chest and it appears red. The red colour gets dimmer every time I breath out. Every time I breathe in, the red under my left chest gets brighter. I think I’m gonna die. I’m in a very bad state.

Oh no I got worse. I started to hear the distant cries in the sky of the birds of prey. Vultures. The cry of a fallen creature. I’m really in a bad state. I think I’m really gonna die. Then I also see Jesus Christ behind the grill. So I get down on my knees and say “Father forgive me I have sinned…I have done LSD”. Sounds funny and all but I was in a panicky state and was getting palpitations.

I was not feeling confortable on the bed, it felt like I was falling thru an endless series of blankets. Faces came out of nowhere and approached me in a parabolic fashion, exactly as Raul Duke@ Hunter S Thompson saw Nixon’s face in the Las Vegas hotel room in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. The girl I was presently involved with, Renu. Her face came up a lot throughout. Some other faces came up too but I don’t remember now who they were. I then had a sexual fantasy. I remembered a Chinese woman I had a dream about when I was an adolescent and having such dreams. I had that fantasy again and this time I had virtual sex. I did not at any point masturbate myself. I just had virtual sex and I felt like I had come.

As that ended I suddenly remembered my distant past, when I was a little kid aged around 3 and chewing on the telephone cord in my grandmom’s house. That was the first time I had remembered that incident since I had done it. In other words, I had remembered that at the age of 3, I was aware and had memory of doing that act of chewing on the telephone cord. This part of the trip amazed me the most. For obvious reasons.

Started drinking heaps of water and auto suggesting that it was not reality and that I will be better in the morn. The thought that I might live in this state of mind forever also terrifies me. Suddenly the world was appearing so mundane and boring which made the world seem to be made of a fabric so horribly banal and there seems to be a matrix…. A matrix of inescapable ennui that it makes me depressed to be in such a world. The walls are made up of this fabric. This was the depressive part of the trip which I cannot properly explain in words. Mind you I had absolutely no music to divert my attention away from the physical symptoms I was experiencing. I should have kept a diazepam/valium handy just in case. That would have aborted the panic attack. I always go around with it these days if I ever trip. It has come in handy.

I realised I needed to externalize to get out of this bad inner trip. So I sat cross legged on the bed, eyes shut and started reciting aloud. OM OM OM OM Namo Shivaya. With every long OM,  I saw and felt concentric waves of sound/vibration come into focus and everything felt better. The universe felt ONE. It was one. So I said it again and again and it really helped calm me down. It all helped. I drank a lot of water. I peed a lot. I chanted a lot to keep those godamm birds of prey away. The sun came out. I walked slowly a godaamm long way to my friends hotel in the wee hours, woke him and his gf up saying I had a bad headache. Which I did. I ate an omelette with him. I had a tea. I finally felt better.

The next few months were definately the most creative period thus so far in my life. I changed forever after this experience. Quite a way to begin the new millenium. It was a bad trip though, and I sincerely hope NEVER to go through this again.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 58577

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 8, 2009	Views: 8,525

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Alone (16)


		 DOSE:

		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 1 bowl
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   150 lb

Last night was by far the most traumatic night of my entire 19 year old life. My good friend Loren’s birthday was that night. He worked night security at a hotel in San Diego County. I can remember the night like I was still living it at this very moment.

I sat at my house alone, playing the newly released videogame Fallout 3. The videogame which my girlfriend has purchased me for Christmas. Before I know it, Andrew had shown up at my house telling me we were going to go visit Loren on his shift for his birthday. He worked at ten o clock (at night), it must have been nine thirty or so by the time we were leaving my room.

We started by smoking a bowl of marijuana through Andrew’s bong in my parked car in the driveway. I got high as a kite as we made the transfer to Andrew’s “Squirly-Drifter”, a 1987 Nissan 200SX. The hood taped on with no back window, and brakes that make small children cry. On the way to San Diego I was at this point completely “domed out” and higher than ever.

We had decided to get Loren a hit of LSD for his birthday, and we committed to doing it since neither of us had obligations (Besides Loren being at work). So, we called our LSD connect and cruised up to his house in San Diego, buying 3 hits of LSD, at ten dollars each. We drove to the hotel, and found Loren sitting in a chair bundled up in jackets. The temperature must have been close to freezing. We were all layered in multiple jackets. I had on a t-shirt, then a warm pajama top with another jacket along with some heavy jeans. It didn’t stop the cold from penetrating our bodies and causing the deepest shiver I’ve ever known. This was before we even took the LSD. We then presented Loren with a hit of LSD. We began to make a patrol around the hotel, and we all popped the blot-papers on our tongue. We all did one hit. We let it soak in and started taking in our surroundings.

A good half hour went by and nothing really happened. I was still high and wondering how the trip would begin and how it would end. Another twenty minutes or so, we just sat in chairs viewing the parking lot and pool. The visuals would soon begin. Upon looking at the neon-lit hotel signs, I began to see swirls and distortions in the signs. As we began walking around more, the environment began to transform all around me. How it became a bad trip was a mystery to me. I had done acid twice in the past. The first time was by far the best, a euphoric trip. The second time was not good.

I began to lose complete control over my mind. Loren and Andrew were the only shred of reality I saw. The outside world was nothing, a big dream of hallucinations and repetitions of my mind. At most I would only see half the real world, and everything else was complete hallucinations. I was becoming scared. Really scared. Andrew and Loren recalled most of my experience saying that I walked around in awe, frightened out of my gourd. I would say their names, confirming who they are and nothing else.

I lost control over life, and would occasionally slip back into it for seconds at a time, immediately returning to knowing nothing, and literally going crazy. Walking was now a nightmare. I would follow Andrew and Loren with them being the only clear path, everything else around me was surreal. Walking up a quick flight of stairs to the second story of the hotel became a psychotic experience. I placed my hand on the railings only to feel my hand liquify with the railing itself, and seeing the railing disappear altogether. I walked up the stairs, and began following Loren and Andrew down the corridor of hotel rooms, the corridor twisting, doors changing shapes. At some point we emerged in the housekeeping room, where there was a bathroom and a heater inside. We found refuge here for a short while.

It seemed the reason I was so scared was that Andrew and Loren were on a completely different level than I. None of them saw anything. Their mood was affected, that was it. No visualizations. I then next remember constantly walking back to Andrew’s car to try and fall asleep. Falling asleep on acid was horrifying. I can’t even begin to describe the things I was seeing. My mind was then put on hold. All of a sudden I had no feeling over my body, it was like watching my life through a TV. I began to experience events more than once, twice, three times. I saw myself and my friends walking and doing things we had just done earlier.

At the heaviest point in the trip, I would be walking with minor vision of the real world and heavy hallucinations. The street became infinitely wider, bushes grew and things were so bright and detailed. With a quick stare, things would glow, and look like a 3D graphic animation. At this point I was near insanity. Questioning life, wondering if I was going to stay like this for the rest of my life. I had believed that the end of my life was near, had even questioned killing myself.

I had entered Andrew’s car and sat back in the chair and alternated between the two at least 5 times. Whenever entering the car and grabbing the door handle, the car would twist and bend as if it was a big stick of black taffy, I became so lost I just stood there lying against the car door with my hand on the handle. Trying to make sense of anything, I forced myself into the car again and again, randomly opening the door handle to get out and immediately recoiling and closing the door to try to protect myself from myself. At this point there was more walking to be done. I had to hold Andrew’s hand in order to get anywhere because walking in real life was impossible. I would see the real world, and it would immediately be clouded by my thoughts, which became 100 percent visual. My thoughts would pile on top of each other and fill into my eyes, making it so I could see nothing but blurs of past thoughts. At one point, upon looking at a stucco wall my vision became full of nothing but a twirling stucco wall, and I had no idea where I was. I just stood there in awe, and my friends would try and make me come to.

Time took forever to go by, absolutely forever. It would feel like an hour from 2:30 AM to 2:40. I was pleading with myself to not go crazy, to try and realize that there is life on the other side when this is past. There was a shred of reality I wouldn’t let myself lose hold on…and if I did it would have ended in absolute insanity for much longer than the trip itself. Visuals were off the wall. I would see half of a building and the rest of it blurring and swirling into my past thoughts. I began thinking of my girlfriend and that she would never love me if I was like this. I was so sad, and so scared.

I managed to force myself to stay in Andrew’s car. They had known something was wrong with me, so they escorted me into the car and put the car cover over it so I could have some alone time to try and keep it cool and come down. The car cover was like a prison, I felt as if I would never be able to escape the car. The next thing I remember after that, I was climbing out of the back of the car and it was about 5:50, ten minutes left for Loren to finish his shift. We talked about how he would never do acid at work again, that it stresses him out and I questioned as to why they didn’t have a trip anything like mine. He told me what I was doing, and I remembered strings of it.

Andrew was passed out in the car, I was beginning to come down and grab a hold of reality again and began to recollect on what just happened. I tried to stress to Loren that I had a near death experience. Eventually we woke Andrew up and we all departed the hotel, my trip began to change. Imagine the following in absolutely freezing temperatures, yet a perfectly sunny and gorgeous blue morning: All I could think about was Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, because that’s exactly what we were. Tripping on acid, driving a car and freaking out. I was on constant panic watch for police, and the visuals I began to see were so vivid. There were no more full on hallucinations, just accelerated senses and brighter colors.

 [Erowid Note:
Driving while intoxicated, tripping, or extremely sleep deprived is dangerous and irresponsible because it endangers other people. Don't do it!]

We were hauling down the 5 north freeway at around 100 miles per hour on acid, with Loren following behind on his motorcycle, following so close he could touch the car. There was no doubt in my mind that what we were doing had the consequence of death if not done right. Andrew’s hood was tied onto the car with THIN string. I was becoming very frightened that the hood would fall off onto the freeway. At the speed peak, the hood was literally 4 inches in the air being held on by a thread of string. Luckily, it didn’t fly off. If it did, there would have probably been an accident. We stopped at Loren’s house and went into the room which he rents from a family.

Loren had lost the care to maintain a squeaky clean room. There were dirty plates everywhere, bottles full of pure urine (Apparently someone was in the bathroom when he needed to urinate) and the room needed a cleaning so bad he straight up spit on his floor for no reason. We all found tons of laughter in his room’s state. Loren wanted to stay and sleep, we forced him to leave.

At this point we began talking about girls. Andrew and I both have our girlfriends, and Loren had his one love leave him a year ago when she went to college. We decided to make the day a new day for him. We took all the pictures they had together, all the notes she left him (Obsessively written notes, by the way. With multiple color pens, many entries on paper that was folded into a swan) and put them into a FedEx box. We left the house after a good while and began our commute on the 101 home.

What was to occur was frightening fear of getting rolled by the police. Our highs were coming down, so we smoked another bowl of weed. Andrew was lighting up as he passed through an intersection, directly in front of a cop who happened to not be looking as she was making a right turn on a red light. He sped away from the immediate area and continued down the 101. We saw two motorcycle cops on the right hand side sitting there, talking. As we passed, they both began riding behind us at a distance. We became frightened, took a right, and fortunately they passed.

I was rapidly gaining consciousness and wanted to go home and sleep. I did have to hang out with my girlfriend…in fact as I type this now, I am planning on hanging out with her too. In a nutshell, we went to Wal Mart and purchased amazing tasting candy. We then walked to Best Buy. We then drove to the mall, and burned the reminders of Loren’s ex. Security came and said we couldn’t set fire in the parking lot. He looked like he was calling the cops, so Andrew then took me home. I came home, showered, slept for a couple hours, and am now writing this. What an experience for the books…. The experience was so traumatizing I have serious doubts I will ever do LSD again. I will remember it for the rest of my life.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 76019

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 19

Published: Sep 2, 2009	Views: 7,965

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LSD (2) : Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 0.25 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 0.25 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   repeated
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   60 kg

After the long and anticipating 5 month wait, the TooL concert finally arrived! Skipping the crap, we arrived in Jurys Hotel near the point and went into the concert. As Mastodon started playing, I put 1 quarter of a stamp (what I believe to be 75micrograms of LSD) onto my tounge. I was surrounded by friends and an unbeatable atmosphere, with art, lights and great music. A great venue for a 1st LSD trip to say the least!

After Mastodon stopped playing, the quarter of the stamp in my mouth fell out, so I put the other quarter in. I was over an hour after I took the 1st piece, and I was already noticing the effects. I was in great humour, and I couldn’t help but laugh and notice my increased apprecation for colours, smell, and the pretty rain that was falling on me (we were outside at the break).

Back inside, Tool came on stage, the place went insane, streaks of colours, like a rainbow, started flying from the ceiling, the atmosphere was electric, people were screaming, jumping, and I couldn’t stop laughing, smiling, and loving every little thing that came my way. Maynard put the mic to his mouth and said hello, and I knew taking the acid was definately a good idea. At this point, I was alone in the crowd. I couldn’t see any of my friends, and I was surrounded by randomers, but I didn’t care. I was never as happy in my entire life, and I knew if I had friends around, I would probably get distracted, so I stayed put, but if I say them, I'd stay with them.

Schism was played 1st, the lights were out, and the Tool Art in the background stood out so much, I couldn’t help but sing and throw my hands in the air. I looked behind me, and there was this GIANT pit, I thought it was the most dangerous thing I have ever seen in my life, but it looked like fun, so in I jumped.

I spent the entire concert with randomers, jumping around, screaming, 'singing', shouting 'make some fucking noise!' and smiling. No matter where I looked, there was a mass of thousands of hands dancing in the air. The music took over me. My body was tingling, and my mind was processing 100's of thoughts per second (at least it felt like that). I could feel the weirdness of the acid in flowing through my blood, in the tips of my fingers and circling through my body. I couldn’t stop smiling!! The music slowed down, and the lights came down from the ceiling and started rotating (this wasn’t the trip, it actually happened) I was incredibly relaxed, full of love / joy / apprecation for everything / amazement / peace. Being part of a huge crowd of Tool fans combined in 1 room, singing and chanting the lyrics of songs we knew backwards was an unbeatable feeling. During the concert, the feeling was a lot stronger than the visual aspects of the trip which I experienced later on. At one part, during Rosetta Stoned, the lyrics sang

'And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning

E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose,

He said you are the chosen one.

The one who will deliver the message.

A message of hope for those who choose to hear it

And a warning for those who do not.

Me, the chosen one

They chose me '

I was the chosen one. Or at least I believed I was, it was amazing.  I really believed I was put on this earth to be at this concert. To prove to people life is great, and that this feeling and sights was to be expereinced by everyone. Those lyrics stood out the most in the entire concert, and was definately 1 of the highlights of the night.

People all around me had lighters in the air. No matter how good the atmosphere was, or how much I loved the music, I never saw anything as beautiful as thousands of lighters filling the air. I stopped dead, amazed at the twinkling lights surrounding me, all around the arena there were hundreds of lighters filling the air, these petty words cannot describe how amazing it was. Others who have taken acid may be able to relate to this experience, but to those who have not, the best explenation I can give, is your imagination is incapable of dreaming how amazing this spectaculare sight was!

Another part of the AMAZING experience that really stands out to me, is during Stinkfist. I was told how some parts of the journey seem really long, like x10 longer, this was definately the case here. The start of the song has a weird distorted sound for not even 10 seconds, Tool dragged this sound out for what I believe to be a minute or 2, but what felt like aaaaaaaaaaaaaaages!

Raising my hands as part of an endless sea of people was amazing. Turning to randomers, shaking hands, singing along together, smiling constantly, helping people up off the floor, watching in awe/amazment at all the pretty colours/lights/lazers etc. Only a few of the priceless moments that made the concert so *can’t find a word to describe the concert*.

The concert ended. I was exhausted, my body was ready to sleep for days on end, but my mind was never so awake. It was a weird combination to say the least! I exited through the side door and decided this would be a good time so start looking for friends. Dressed in a t-shirt in the rain, I climbed a metal staircase leading to the roof of the point. I thought this would be a good outpost to search for friends, but acid+stairs = no, so I climbed down and walked in the direction I thought was jurys.

I must have asked 30 people 'is this the right way to jury's?' on that stretch of road, even though I knew I kept asking people, I wanted to make sure I didn’t imagine someone giving me directions, not that I believed it was possible, but finding jury's seemed too important to care about asking for directions. The walk from The Point - Jury's Hotel was an adventure of its own. Rain, REALLY REALLY happy people, more rain, guards, and me. I kept walking, but it looked like I was going nowhere and the floor was moving! The music was ringing in my ears, and I couldn’t believe the concert was over!

Eventually, I got to Jury's, and made my way past the guards/security without trouble because of flashing my Key Card for the room. I entered the elevator, but there was a problem, I didn’t know where to start! It was so bright, so funny, and there were so many buttons!! Another guy jumped in, and pressed #1. I pressed #5, and we chatted about the concert. After what felt like an hour, the doors FINALLY opened. At last that weird elevator-on-acid feeling was over. 'Hey man, aren’t you going to #5?' I eventually got into my apartment, and basically exploded over everything. The contents of my pockets were thrown upon the floor, only to be left to be found in the morning. I didn’t care. I had just experienced the best night of my life, but little did I know it was far from over :)

The difference between the life of the loud concert, to being in a quiet, well organised, tidy (minus my crap on the floor) hotel room was *can’t find a word for this either*. I rang a friend again, I tried turning on the TV, but all I could get was the annoying buzz when you don’t select a channel.

I needed music, Fast! I tried ringing another few friends who were staying in jurys, (very hard task) but I had no luck. I tried ringing other friends to get my mind off the emptyness of the empty room, (it seemed x100000 emptier, guess why? :p) Eventually someone came back. We turned on music and waited for the rest of them, talking, laughing, tripping....tripping, and tripping. The bed, which had a weird design down the middle of it, looked like a treadmill, rotating constantly.

The next part of the night, was a horribly difficult but compulsary task. A friend left his ring in our room (which was the rendezvous point earlier) and his gf had my jumper, they weren’t allowed inside! I had to make my way down the elevator and trade the items in front of numerous guards+security! When I came back, more people had joined our room, and were rolling spliffs :) Another 2 joined us soon, and we continued to smoke/talk/laugh/trip/trip and trip :)

I remember looking at my jeans. The creases on them came alive. It looked like there was a dozen snakes in my jeans, moving around frantically, The laces in a shoe on the floor came alive and started moving about, melting into the carpet and sinking into the room, Stalligmites/Stalligtights *not sure which is which* hung from the ceiling as colours, green, pink, blue, purple, violet, red, orange, brown, white etc. They all sparkled and shimmerd as if they were light and someone was blowing at them, it was truely beautiful.

The picture on the wall looked like it had 10 layers to it, and each was clearly visible. The water from the shower (I took 2 showers) tinted red in the pearly white bathroom and changed to a light blue as it hit my chest. I felt like a slug in the shower. Dressing myself seemed impossible. Drying myself felt like hours. My tastebuds multiplied x10000, so smoking widow/homegrown/pollum was nice :)

I was very hungry. Some guy pulled out sandwhiches and gave me one! Looking out from the top middle floor of Jury's onto the Liffey/Dublin City was amazing. Not being able to express myself was frustrating, but 'DEEPER MEANING MAN' kinda solved that :p.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 57857

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Sep 8, 2009	Views: 6,499

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LSD (2) : Music Discussion (22), Glowing Experiences (4), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:

		 3 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   160 lb

I’m not a serious drug user.  I hate alcohol and love pot, but don’t smoke it more than once or twice a month.  I never want to get burned out and always approach drugs with the utmost respect and appreciation.  About a year and a half ago I almost got my hands on some LSD, but came up short.  I was disappointed as one knowledgeable friend described a trip where his disembodied alter ego had put his arm around his actual self and began talking.  This seemed too much to be true for my ever rational intellect, but I was intensely curious. A true psychedelic trip to whatever alternate realities that may exist is something I had craved since high school when I first started reading about them. So when my brother told me he had got some good acid from a friend, I perked up immediately.

Being somewhat afraid, as I usually am before trying a new drug, I wanted to let him try it first and when he came back all he could utter was an exasperated “these are awesome...lots... of energy”.  So I set a date, my 22nd birthday, to try them.  My brother told me he had taken 2 hits and said it was just about right, but I wanted to make sure that it hit me fully and really ramp up the experience.  I took 3.  In about thirty minutes, I started to feel subtle waves of energy flow through me.  An increase of energy made me feel as if I was hovering slightly above the ground.  I felt taller and stronger.  My visual field became hazier and more blurry, like everything was just slightly out of focus.  I felt an overwhelming wanderlust come over me so I decided to head to the local arboretum and enjoy myself.  I went off the beaten path and explored the interior of the forest.  Various sights attracted my attention.  Majestic and massive oaks and hickories put me in a seemingly fantasy world where I played but a small and insignificant part.  I just stared and stared at complex spider webs that blew my mind.  Being a biology major, I’ve always been interested in nature and its secrets, but before this day I never really looked at one in this way before.  How could this simple invertebrate make something so intricate and beautiful and deadly?

I had thought from previous discussions about the drug that I might lose touch with reality or in some way have a “bad trip”, but it was nothing of the sort.  Reality was intensified, and instead of feeling fear, I felt an overwhelming love and appreciation for everything around me.  In that sense it was similar to MDMA.  I also felt a slight giddiness and would burst out with joyous laughter at different times for no apparent reason.  Nothing frightened me.  Insects that before would provoke a quick reaction from landing on me didn’t.  I just observed their details and gently pushed them off.  I encountered a dog that was barking, but just blocked it out.  So many thoughts flowed through me, but I didn’t get bogged down in any of them.  If I didn’t like what I was thinking or feeling, I could alter it at will.

I found a lake and just lied down by it for an hour just taking in the surroundings.  It was so intense and delicious, like high quality fudge or ice cream, that must be sampled in small bits and pieces because of its richness, that I had to steel my mind momentarily from the stimuli. All worries about life, college, and women that had been building for months just evaporated from my consciousness.  I saw tracers and various alterations of light.  At one point, I thought something was crawling under my skin and at that moment could sympathize with people who tweaked out and thought these things were real.  But as before I just changed my feelings at will.  It didn’t bother me. I felt like a kid again before everything got so complex.

After about three hours the main effects began to subside, but nevertheless the longevity of the experience, close to eight hours in total, pleasantly surprised me.  The come down was essentially a feather fall over 4 hours in a book store with just a touch of physical and mental fatigue.  This was the most intense experience of my life up to that point.  The drug gave me the profound and  mystical experience that I had been craving for so long. LSD was everything I had hoped it would be.

Exp Year: 2006	ExpID: 61304

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 22

Published: Nov 7, 2009	Views: 13,371

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Mindfulness (405), LSD (2) : Alone (16), Nature / Outdoors (23), Mystical Experiences (9), Glowing Experiences (4), First Times (2)


		 DOSE:

		 2 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		 250 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   120 lb

The following is a report of an intense experience with acid and ketamine. Originally posted to the lycaeum forums, I thought I'd copy the post in tact, to give a flavour of the type of posting that I contribute to over there.

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Yes, it was an absolutely insane combo, worked like a charm, almost too well, like now what do I do? Balls to the wall for sure. Almost seems to have rendered any further perception redundant, but for lack of anything else to do, I'll try and describe it.

I've had a rough history with psychedelics, lots of freak outs, unresolved emotional issues, it was a self torture thing. I was searching for something, not sure what. Scared off by some sanity shattering episodes in the past, I'd done only low doses of anything for years, stopped posting at Lycaeum too. Then this month, got a hold of some very pure, fantastic blotter acid, the real deal. Did a preview dose, half a blotter, and got a warm giddy glow that lasted longer than neccessary, to the point of annoyance, but it made me realize tripping could actually be fun and positive and not necessarily enslavement to some sadistic self-critique, subsumed in negative energy. I've been off pot for weeks too, I had to admit, it just rubs me the wrong way, grating physical and mental paranoia no matter what the circumstance. But something about ACID, as opposed to shrooms or DPT, there seemed something transparent about it, straight to the point, something I could DEAL with, get a handle on, control.

So, last night, I decided to go with this positive feedback loop, and take two hits at once. Took a long time to get rolling, I always forget how long acid takes, got impatient, and then slowly but surely, I became completely engulfed in extra sensory perfection, full spectrum hallucinogenic consciousness, fractal foam, all that good stuff. Had some lines of potent K ready to go, was still building up to the peak, but I figured I should do some of the dwindling K before my roommate snorfled it all down himself. So I hooped a couple of large lines.

Well holy hell did that ever kick things up a notch. Five minutes later, I was in some other universe. It became entirely internal, non local. I was interacting with a network of minds, trying to learn some kind of new emergent language that was being formed in real time, by other minds in the network - what I imagined to be other people, dreaming, on psychedelics, or in various states of mind that could allow telepathetic non-local connection - I was realizing, allowing myself to see and accept the challenge of the fact that there was some new conscious infrastructure forming, but the rules were not set, we were having to figure it out for ourselves, define it, and see this happening for what it was. This all had the sense of extreme ridiculous hedonism, the heat and electricity and cable bills paid, the oil still flowing, for now, the music still playing, everybody's music, overlaid, cosmic purpose was in interlocking schemes of hedonism, physical spigots, grooves, corners, gravity. Hard to describe, I'm just trying to get across a slice of it.

Anyway, I've gotten to that state on K a lot, but what the acid did is make it bright, like I imagined it would be, like this dreamy interaction with collective unconscious personalities all expressed in fractal translucent flowing multidimensional finely textured metaphors - eye candy, layers upon layers, in some subsets that resembled fragments of short term memory, this new house I've moved into, the upper floor, a nice house basically, but with a little too many drugs and parties happening...

Anyway, when that first pass of K wore off, I came back to something vaguely resembling reality, that being some being I remembered as myself, in 'my room', RIPPED on ACID, just reaching the peak - see it was reality, but a plural reality, I was seeing different timestreams simultaneously - trailers on everything at every level, bouncing around, hallucinations within hallucinations. Now I'd never been this high on any tryptamine before, this was unprecedented. Like, suddenly I seemed to have the option of perceiving whatever I wanted - choosing lives, realities - this was made aware to me via the distortion of vision - opening the door of my room, entering the bathroom to pee, changing one room for another, door falling away to a mirrorhall - the word insanity occured to me - it also occured to me that I didn't care if I was insane forever, I could deal with that - I could choose that if I wanted to - it was fluid, dreamlike and yet totally real, these options - there was no solidity, I could shrug off one reality with a flick of the mind, select another set of associations on a whim - it was the A No. 1 God trip, cutting to the chase of perception, cracking the code, taking control - but I had no agenda, except that of some bumbling googley eyed drug fiend. Even hedonism seemed meaningless. It was too transparent. The inner workings of the mind. Positive was negative. There is something hollow about this realization, for me. But how could it be any other way? It is a shortcut, isn't it?

What happened after that? well then it starts to get really grimy - some dudes showed up, on a coke bender or something - I thought one of them was the landlord my roommate had been paranoid about earlier that night, showing up for a surprise inspection, but he was actually just a creepy kid and his friend dropping by - I felt sorry for them, they were so obviously trying to be high - I thought, if they're doing blow, I want no part of that - although I was feeling pretty burned out myself, still tripping balls, still engorged with beauty, like a leach, eyes bugging out of my head, but it was so redundant now, like beauty wasn't beautiful anymore - I did some more k, got telepathic again - there was a moment, for a few minutes, when that 2nd wave of k kicked in, where I felt like it was perfect, the groove, the hole, just nail me to this corner of the universe, let me be the focal point, let it flow, and it was great, happy addiction

Then my psychology and frailties crept back into the mix, loneliness, loving the one I'm not with, comtempt for those available, wrote a letter to my ex gf, felt horribly and sick for writing about nothing but drugs. I listened to music, plateau music, but no idea what I really have to offer as a musician except empty virtuosity, plenty of fractal foam and patterns, patterns aplenty, but soul? Not sure where the soul is anymore.

What have we learned folks?

Heh, I dunno, just another trip

Another god trip, another omega

Gratuitous grace, doesn't that say it all?

An online friend of mine recommended I read the novel (short story?) Flowers for Algernon - she described it as a story of a retarded person who is granted genius perception - but it wears off - but the poor bastard still remembers being smart - does seem allegorically perfect right now. I'm glad I tried to write, though, if I'm gonna be some metacrackwhore, I might as well write about it.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 69014

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 26, 2009	Views: 7,889

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Combinations (3), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 0.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (blotter / tab)

		   T+ 1:30
		 250 mg
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   55 kg

The most frightening thing about taking LSD and Ketamine at the same time is the unexpectedness of the effect. I had taken both of these drugs in the past, either alone or in combination with other substances, but I had never taken LSD and Ketamine together until the occasion I describe here. It was an utterly exhausting and slightly frightening experience.

My two friends and I had taken LSD in numerous forms on numerous occasions and it was quickly becoming our drug of choice. Over Christmas I had purchased myself a gram of powder Ketamine and decided to share it with my tripping buddies over a couple of tabs of Acid. At a friend’s birthday party, after an evening of drinking, we took the acid – half tabs all round. It was about 12:30 am and we racked up the Ketamine at about 3am when we were starting to trip - we put Book of Knots on the CD player and divided up the gram.

Having used K in the past, we agreed that we should force ourselves to go for a walk and stagger around. What could be more fun? We went for an ‘adventure’ walk. About fifteen to twenty minutes after taking the K, we all started to feel a little unusual. We were sitting on top of some pallet racking when suddenly we were in a submarine. Unconsciously, we sensed that being on the pallet racking was weird and dangerous. Without speaking, we all climbed down and lay on the ground. At this point, the three of us slipped into something like a K-Hole. Melanie, a friend who had only been drinking and had accompanied us, said that we all fell silent and our faces went slack. We were staring into the sky.

I saw the stars melt and morph into worm holes, one of which I was sucked into. I felt that I was being propelled through time. Heather saw the night sky turn completely white and felt that she was floating in mid-air, one with all matter. Mark felt his consciousness drift into each of our minds – he could see through our eyes and feel our thoughts. We didn’t discuss any of these feelings until the next day – no one could speak. Clearly, this was not a normal trip. No one was laughing. Melanie realised that something was off and picked us up from the ground – myself on one shoulder, Heather on the other. Mark would just have to follow. After a long, staggering, bumbling journey around the block we made it back to the party. Heather and I collapsed on the bed, Mark on the floor.

During the morning I felt a range of experiences - I was incredibly tall, I could crush trees and houses under my feet. My hands and arms were extremely far away. I was constantly being sucked in and out of time. Time travel was exhausting, at times I wanted to cry because I wanted time to be still, to stop ‘rushing’ quickly back and forth through consciousness. I was no longer in a house, I was in a forest, in a video game and the people around me were characters. They talked video-game talk and I couldn’t make it stop, no matter how much I tried.

Speech was nearly impossible. Mark kept gibbering nonsense while trying to work the CD player, not a single intelligible word came out of his mouth for over an hour. Heather lay on her back in the bed mumbling “Why, why? Ketamine bad. Not good. This wasn’t meant to happen…”. We were both feeling nautious. My greatest fear was that I would never come back, that my mind would be irreparably damaged. I simply couldn’t understand how the effects could be so strong, how the trip could so completely control my mind.

The next day, I found sleep impossible. Heather was extremely ill and throwing up white bile all day. Mark was the only one who bounced back quite quickly, I can only put this down to the fact that his body size is twice that of myself.

This combination did not do what I expected. It made me trip harder than I’ve ever tripped before and it was uncontrollable and exhausting. Perhaps for the right person this could perfect? I achieved something that I had always wanted to that night – I ticked something off my list of life experiences. I had always wanted to explore the ultimate trip, the complete lack of mental control, the borderline experience. Now I don’t ever need to do that to myself again.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 70530

Gender: Female

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 26, 2009	Views: 13,963

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Combinations (3), Hangover / Days After (46), Difficult Experiences (5), Small Group (2-9) (17)


		 DOSE:

		 1 line
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

		 7.5 hits
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (liquid)

		 3 hits
		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

		 1 line
		 insufflated
		 Ketamine
		 (powder / crystals)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   76 kg

Basically here is some background info about myself. I am nineteen years old from England, I have taken acid quite a few times in the last three months and seem to have a natural tolerance to it. Maybe I just take too much I don't know. But I love how cid makes everything appear visually because I am a graphic design student and am naturally a very visual person anyway. I also love how it affects my mind set and makes me think deeply about certain aspects of life and the universe. I am also naturally a very deep thinker and my brain is quite over active.

Anyway for the third year running I was going to global gathering which is a big dance music festival. I was planning to take my cid Friday night with some ketamine and take my mdma Saturday night as that was when the drum and bass was playing.

I always seem to get carried away when it comes to taking drugs at a festival and I had decided this time was going to be my last for a very very long time as I was going to uni and want to keep a clear mind. Just take acid very rarely maybe once every two months. Bearing in mind I first took cid three months before this experience and since then I have taken around forty drops, I normally get liquid acid and my dealer has very nice cid.

Anyway I had 15 drops of this cid on bits of paper that I had bought the night before, I always watch the guy put the drops on, he's very reliable. These drops were half mine and half my friend, so 7.5 each. We get to the festival and get the drugs past the security and the police and their dogs. This festival has the highest security of any festival I know of. We get in and pitch our tents. It was quite a nice sunny day and I was feeling very happy, why shouldn't I feel happy as I was at the best festival in my personal opinion.

I sat in my tent which was in a circle of four of us. I decided to get out the ketamine. I had a very covert method of getting the drugs in that I use every year, I wrap them in A LOT of cling film and then place them into crisp packets and then melt them back together. That way when my bag gets searched they don't suspect anything and also the police sniffer dogs can't smell it. So I got the ketamine out and did an average line, feeling in a good mood.

I decided then after a few minutes to get my cid out. I sat there in the tent looking at it thinking to myself, ''You shouldn't take all seven and a half drops in one go.'' Before this experience the most I had ever taken was six, but this was at a festival so would maybe be more intense. I thought for maybe a few more seconds and then decided to eat them all. My friend who owned the other seven and a half drops came into my tent with his mouth open wide questioning what I was doing. He didn't agree too much with what I had just done. We are both two people who seem to get carried away and as he saw me do this he soon decided to do the same. So he munched down his cid also.

I sat there just outside of my tent with three of my friends. Only two of us took cid, the other two were drinking and taking ketamine. Someone decided to roll a joint as we were sat there. It had been around ten minutes since I had taken the cid and I had started to contemplate what I had just done. It started to occur to me that I had taken seven and a half drops of cid at this festival. I started to have feelings in my body that are related to cid. Tingles and feeling slightly lethargic. I knew that I was going to be in for quite a journey.

I looked across at my friend who had also taken the cid as his tent was opposite mine. I laughed in a giggling sort of way at him and said, ''Guy what have we just done??!!'' He laughed back and replied, ''We are going to be wrecked Tom.'' The joint had been rolled and it came to me. I had maybe three tokes and decided I didn't want any as quite often on cid I find smoking is rather harsh on the throat. It had been now half an hour and we hadn't explored around the campsite or the stalls etc. The main part of the festival where all the different dance arenas were didn't open for another two hours so we decided to have a look around. I stood up and as I did my head started to have a sort of rushy feeling within it. My body still feeling the same way. We all left our tents and set off down the path.

I noticed that I was starting to trip slightly. I looked at the floor which was a gravel path and the stoned started to morph slightly and have great detail to them. the ketamine I had took just before taking the cid made my vision kind of hazy, I couldn't see things in the distance or mildly close too well. Everything was sort of out of focus. I didn't like this too much and thought I should have taken the ketamine after I had come up from the cid. There was quite a lot of people walking around the campsite, setting up tents etc. Now I had also began to feel a nauseous feeling in my stomach that I sometimes receive after taking cid, especially liquid. I despise this feeling, it is one thing that I dislike about the whole cid experience.

After only ten minutes we decided to go back to the tents for a while as me and Guy were feeling quite intense. I wasn't tripping much yet but the feelings I was having were insane. I had never felt anything as strong as this after taking cid. I sat in my tent looking out and listening to the sounds of the festival. I was listening to every individual sound and thought where it was coming from. I was very restless and I could see that also Guy was. Everything was getting too intense for me there and then. I stood up fast and said to Guy, ''I need to get out of this festival pretty quick. I need to go.'' He looked at me and agreed this was a good idea. I needed to centre myself and get away from the intensity of the festival. The other two friends were confused but said ok and they would wait. They were very K'd up as we say, under the influence of a lot of ketamine. I can just realize when someone is on ketamine because they give me this blank look that seems as if they are looking straight through me. Max, one of my friends, had a polo nose as we say, where he had a white ring around his nostril.

Anyway me and guy left them and walked to the entrance/exit of the campsite. This festival is on a huge old airfield and runway. So as you get out there are these railings where you get checked and police are there. After this there is a part of the airfield where all the cars are parked. We decided to walk that way, just an immediate reaction to get away directly from the chaos. Across the field there is a road where the cars drive along which is full of police, I mean LOTS. Me and guy just crashed on this field and led there.

Now I was tripping pretty hard, the grass was morphing in such a fashion that it appeared like waves in the ocean. Everything had a cartoon feel to it, bold in colour, bright and outlined. I couldn't enjoy this too much as my stomach was feeling so bad. I knew the inevitable was going to happen, I was going to be sick. It has happened to me once before when I took 6 drops of liquid cid. So I was sat there in the sun with Guy, police all around at check points and patrolling maybe one hundred yards away. We were laughing hard from the come up of the cid and then I just vomited everywhere, laughing in between being sick. This whole situation was quite funny to me, the fact I was being sick, laughing and there was so much police everywhere. As I was sick I was tripping more and more. Guy began to be sick also. This image will never leave me. I rolled over onto my back and gazed up into the sky. The few clouds in the sky looked so detailed and were moving around each other. Then a barrage of flies were above my head and were annoying me a lot. so we decided to go back to the campsite now we had relaxed a bit and had a better state of mind.

As we walked up to the entrance and the sniffer dogs I remember stumbling a lot bouncing off Guy. We must have looked so obvious to everyone but not one person or police officer said a word. As we got closer to the campsite the sounds of a festival hit me again, this time they did not affect my state of mine so I was happier now. I felt though as if I had been beaten up or hadn't slept in a longtime, although I had enough sleep the night before. This started to play on my mind a little. We got back to the tents and I placed on these sun glasses that gave everything and orange tint. This amazed me and was pretty cool to view everything for a while.

I was again sat in my tent looking out at my three friends. I noticed I had lost a lot of my brain power. By this I mean I couldn't think very well, I couldn't do much of anything. I felt as if I lost half of my IQ. I was also getting more and more tired. I felt as if I could pass out and go to sleep which was now worrying me. It was only 2pm. I fought to stay awake and wondered what was going on. I kept getting distracted from every thought by looking at the texture and detail on my tent, looking at the sky things like this.

I have once heard about loosing your ego on cid, becoming someone you are not, so I thought maybe this was happening to me. I had taken a lot of cid this time. As I had these glasses on no one could see where I was looking. So I sat there listening and watching my two friends on ketamine. I was thinking how stupid they sounded and how they were being quite foolish. This amused me. I saw Guy who also looked brain dead led on his back. I laughed and said to him that I had wrecked my brain this time. I also noticed my motor skills had been reduced to basically nothing. I tried engaging in the conversation to bring my state of mind back to sanity and regain control of everything. It was working after a while so I was feeling better. I would laugh at things with a very cheeky giggle. I looked at my ketamine and decided to do a small line. It was very very small as I was on a lot of cid. I racked it up onto a bank card and snorted it. This was where things began to get very weird.

I went into my tent to put on a change of clothing as we were going out into the festival soon. I closed my tent up and got distracted by how my skin looked so weird. How it was morphing around and appeared to be raising from my body and back down onto it. I then sat up right in shock at what I heard. I had never before really had sound hallucinations but I have heard about them from certain people. There were many people here from all over England with different accents. But I noticed that everything was being echoed and distorted to my ears. Each individual voice was being echoed and bent into a weird sound. This freaked me out to the point I un-zipped my tent and fell out with just my underwear on. I had shock on my face and looked at Guy. I said to him that this was too weird and he laughed at me. I quickly got back in and put my clothes on.

When I came out it got worse. It seemed everyone was speaking a different language to me, even the music was echoed and distorted. It all merged into this language I could not understand. Then I remembered something a friend once told me. He said that his uncle once took a lot of cid at a festival and these people fed him quite a bit of ketamine. He went insane and heard everyone in an unknown language. He had to be taken to France for a few months to sort his sanity out. This thought scared the hell out of me.

I jumped up and had to get away from all these people and sounds. Guy followed me and also the other two friends. I said that I was again going out of the whole festival but hey insisted on following. As I walked to the entrance/exit I was walking at a fast furious pace with my hands on my head. Only Guy decided to follow me in the end. I got outside of it again and Guy was questioning what I was doing, what was wrong with me. It sometimes was so bad I couldn't understand anyone, but sometimes it was just weird and understandable. I paced again across the field and I remember that these distorted sounds now sounded as if I was stood in a room and they were bouncing off the walls, although I was stood out in a field.

I said to Guy that it was crazy, that this had never happened before. I turned around to face the festival from a far. It's hard to explain this part but these distorted sounds, I could actually see them coming from the direction they were being echoed, it was quite weird. they were being woven and entwined around each other. I turned again and paced off insanely. the police hadn't even questioned anything me and Guy had done, we were just randomly waking around this field where no one was around.

We sat down and as soon as we did Guy jumped up and shouted. He had been stung by a bee which wasn't good for me as I am allergic to bee stings. So we had to leave that place again. We walked in a different direction, I was thinking and thinking if this would be permanent, these sound hallucinations. If they would ever go away. They were very weird and I couldn't handle them. I noticed how everything looked amazing though, how it looked so clean, so vibrant and cartoon like. This was very good cid and I had done too much.

We walked to where you drive into the airfield when you arrive there. There were again so much police. We were going to leave the festival all together but decided we would have to climb over a barb wire fence and there were police all over, so it would look a bit weird to them. Then we realized we had no drink. It was a very hot day so if we were going to leave the whole festival for a few hours we needed a drink. We turned back to go and get one. I saw this teenage boy who was waking away from the entrance very fast and noticed a lot of security coming after him. They had ATVs and some were running. They surrounded him and searched him. Then I heard in the distorted way, ''knifeee knifeee'' as it echoed and bent around time.

This specific moment in time in England there was a lot of knife crime and murders so I guess they needed to have tight security. Anyway I then had a paranoia enter my mind that was quite irrational due to the cid. I thought that it would be so easy for terrorists to infect themselves with a deadly, contagious disease such as small pox or something, to attend this festival and spread it around. This thought stayed with me and I focused on it so much. This cid really screwed with my mind.

After we had got a drink I led on that field again not daring to go back in. Guy was still with me. he seemed to be fine, tripping nicely. But he didn't take any ketamine yet. I was thinking hard about everything and I decided it was best to go home from everything. As we sat there again a police officer with a sniffer dog was walking towards us. Finally someone had realized how random and weird we were being. He casually took his dog close to us and past us. The dog didn't smell any drugs on us although I remembered I had mdma and ketamine on me at this point. After he went I threw my 2 grams of ketamine away and my gram of mdma. That is how much I wanted to go and not to take any more drugs.

I had to ring my mum and tell her what I had done. I am pretty upfront and blunt with my mum when it comes to drugs. She sounded so happy to hear me and was about to go out for a mea with friends. This made it so hard to tell her because I knew I would wreck her day. I told her and she wasn't happy to say the least. She couldn't come and pick me up so we had to contact Guy’s dad who had brought us there in the first place. It is a two hour drive there and a 2 hour drive back. He had done this once already today and I felt so guilty of making him do it again. But I had to go, I couldn't take these noises and thoughts much longer. He said he would come but he would be three hours until he was here as he was visiting Guy’s mum who was at the hospital getting treatment as she had cancer. I felt even worse about this, the amount of shame and guilt I had was too much.

I went back to the campsite to unpitch my tent and get my things. My three friends were there and quite sad for me to go, but I had to do it. They were trying to convince me to stay but it wasn't ever going to happen.

When I got into Guys dad’s car I was still tripping and I was explaining to him what had happened. I could understand him but everything was still echoed and distorted. We didn't speak much in the car but I mentioned how sorry I was and how much of an inconvenience it was. On the drive back I saw one of the most beautiful sunsets I had ever seen, this warmed my heart a little and I admired it for quite a long time.

The sound hallucinations that I hated so much much stayed with me for the next day also, but the were not as bad. I think it was the ketamine that set them off but I cannot be sure. If I ever do cid again I am not using ketamine with it in that dose.

Exp Year: 2008	ExpID: 72817

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: Not Given

Published: Nov 26, 2009	Views: 16,047

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LSD (2), Ketamine (31) : Combinations (3), Difficult Experiences (5), Bad Trips (6), Festival / Lg. Crowd (24)


		 DOSE:
 T+ 0:00
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

		   T+ 0:40
		 1 hit
		 oral
		 LSD
		 (cookie / food)

		   T+ 2:30

		 smoked
		 Cannabis
		 (plant material)

           BODY WEIGHT:
	   195 lb

I never expected my night to be anything like it was. I had tripped on lsd quite a few times before this experience, but I had never truly had an out-of-body experience. I wanted to make sure I had taken enough to experience a real acid trip. Man, did I have it coming. It had been about 4 months since I last took lsd, and I thought it had been long enough of a wait to trip again. My friends told me that 'bottle caps' or 'sweet tarts' were in town. I wasted no time in buying some, however, I wondered how many I would need to take to truly experience an acid trip. I was told to take 2 bottle caps to achieve such a trip. I was then told that each bottle cap had about 3 hits on it.

My settings for my previous trips had all been generally similar, go to a friend’s house where no parents were home and stay the night there, as he was my sober friend watching me. This time, I went to a friend’s house that I had been to many times before, but never to drop out. I was ready to fly high in the sky, or so I thought at least. We listened to some young jeezy, not what I would listen to while being high, and so I put on my headphones and listened to some calmer music. My setting and mindset were overall in poor states, as I was still recovering form my previous trip 4 months ago, and at someone’s house where I had never tripped.

Within about 1 hour of my first dose, 20 minutes after taking the second dose, I began to feel something, a slight twinkle in my legs which told me that it was going to be some real acid. Within the next 10 minutes however, something all of the sudden happened. My body started to get warm, and I began to feel anxiety as the carpet right before me on the floor began to come alive. This is about where I realized that I shouldn't have as much as I did, little to late. Over the next 20 minutes after that, my heart started to beat fast and I simply told myself 'It's ok, just relax, I am going to be fine.' I then took my headphones off since I started to become confused at why I couldn't feel their presence in my ears anymore. I stood up and walked over to a counter and I began to trip.

My heart started to beat harder, I breathed much deeper, and I became very warm. Now that the first dose was pretty much in full effect, I began to worry beyond belief. I grabbed the chair that I had been sitting in before, and I heard bullets being fired, I then ducked behind the chair then stood back up as the tracks of the bullets were frozen in mid-air. I then began to feel a change. The bullets turned in to Fighter Planes and they roared incredibly loud, flying straight into my stomach and chest, causing me to feel as if I had been hit. Now that I was experiencing some difficulty I brought it to my friends attention that I needed to go meet up with my other friends, two of them whom I had tripped many times before with, which was who I should have been with to begin with. As I was waiting about 15 minutes it had felt like, to go meet up with my other friends, I began to experience very strong synesthetic feelings.

I looked over at the wall and it began to turn and twist as a whole, and as it turned, it became lit ablaze with very colorful fire. As this was happening, I began to hear echoes and these echoes became visible to me as patterns of what appeared to be faces which flew by me in waves. The most unbelievable thing happened next. To describe exactly what my vision becomes on a dose of LSD would be something like having a fish eyed view - stretched peripherals and a cartoon like world in front of me. I began to see and feel time turn into frames of life. I saw heat signatures of patterns enfolding right before my eyes, eventually making it impossible to make clear what I was really looking at in reality.

I then began to slip away from my body, as I saw a body standing right in front of me for a brief second as it became engulfed in waves of lightning. This body turned around standing right in front of me, it was me, and no I was no where near a mirror at the time. I felt as if I had made a mistake, and many things began to happen, which had been reported by others who have also had a troubled experience, like mine, before. I frantically asked myself if I was going to be insane for the rest of my life, if I would ever be the same after this. The scariest thought I had was the question of 'Am I going to die? O my sweet mother of God my heart is going to stop on me,' as my heart was galloping from the adrenaline ridding through my body. I felt as if I had snorted a few grams of cocaine and then taken acid, since my previous trips were no where near this 'quick.'

Now, I got into my friends car as he drove me to my destination. While driving along, I don't remember doing so, but I apparently bit into the seatbelt of his car telling him it tasted like chocolate..? While this was going on, I looked at the road as it began to wave and the trees began to sway and touch down on the road in front of me. It seemed as if everything was about 3 seconds behind in my head, as things weren't really processing visually as they should have...I wonder why. Eventually I arrived at my destination and ran out of the car faster than I have ever ran before, and I found my friends with about 12 other people sitting in a circle in a vacant lot between two houses, one of which my friend lives in.

I simply fell onto the ground and my friends began to light a bowl up in front of me. While this was going on I prayed that God not kill me yet, for I was only 17 at the time, and if he would let me live I would never drop out again for the rest of my life. After this my friend lit the bowl in front of my face. As soon as I had hit the bowl, my trip changed, I finally calmed down. I began to sink into the ground through the grass, and all of the sudden, my throbbing head began to inflate and deflate in relation to how I was breathing. At one point I took the biggest breath I could and my head became a balloon hooked up to a helium tank. This was the beginning of my out-of-body experience.

I held my breath and the sky became still, and I exhaled all of the air out of my body, and the Kaleidoscopic patterns began to soar very fluently. I saw many different objects crumble, re-shape and reappear in the sky, as these objects moved diagonally in the sky. I suddenly felt my head inflate and I heard a balloon inflate at the same time...weird. My head eventually detached from the rest of my body for brief periods of time. I was unable to speak coherently or perform any actions even close to being considered sane at the time. This part of the trip is hard to remember as it had now been 2:30 hours since my first dose. I was not even peaking on my second dose yet...

The next few hours were very difficult to remember, as I am reporting this trip about 9 months afterwards. Eventually, we went back to my friend’s house and I began to see faces laughing and giggling on the walls as the walls would bend again and again. I then did the most stimulating thing I have ever experienced, video games. I played games at a speed that blew me and my friends out of the water. Everything became a speedy rush as if every moment of my life was being lived on a rollercoaster, stuck in a seat that I cannot leave, but full of energy.

I eventually fell asleep at about 7am-730am and was still noticing some effects for the next couple hours (I had taken the first dose at about 7:15pm the day before). My pupils eventually receded and came to a normal size at about 11am that morning, I had a 16-hour body high. I survived a night that open my mind up and showed me that drugs were not the path I was wanting to do, and it has been a long time since taking any harder hallucinogens. I am doing 1000 times better now and feel great, ready to continue my life.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 62634

Gender: Male

Age at time of experience: 17

Published: Jan 6, 2010	Views: 4,809

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