luka

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it doesnt mean i'll give the laughs away easy, just that im scrupulously fair in awarding them
 

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WashYourHands

Cat Malogen
Thread spike-protein variant developed, nothing to do with procrastinating trying to whittle 400 tracks down to about 20. None whatsoever

Robert Hunter’s acid overdose on approximately quarter of a million mics is a story. June 1969, multiple Frankensteins dosed the drinks somewhere and Hunter drank his share not knowing the levels and outcomes. Inter dimensional lobsters, Owsleysteins. He was fucked for a few years after, productive and always articulate but highly damaged

“....about the end of consciousness - coming up to that point in fear and trembling I felt moved to comment....it seemed like a viewpoint of psychic exhaustion. I saw it once after overdosing on a quarter million micrograms of acid at the Carousel Ballroom (NOT on purpose) in '69, which effectively marked paid to my acid career. Someone who has crawled naked across the Sahara doesn't spend much time in tanning parlors. Anyway, I'm curious as to how much of it may have been due to the parasite invasion? I believe that place (technically known as Hell) is more of a culdesac of consciousness than an inviolable limit to it”

The concert exists as a soundboard, people fading in and out of the performance, some unable to play at stages. Contrast with a mescaline show from the late 70’s to highlight opposing facets of wonder beyond words

You think this can’t happen?
 

luka

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Anyway, I'm curious as to how much of it may have been due to the parasite invasion? I believe that place (technically known as Hell) is more of a culdesac of consciousness than an inviolable limit to it

nice quote. how much of what though?
 

WashYourHands

Cat Malogen
Funny you should ask. The sky cracking open and a sea of lobsters flooding in and attacking him. Add red wine, flailing round on the ground. Just like a night round the local
 

luka

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Funny you should ask. The sky cracking open and a sea of lobsters flooding in and attacking him. Add red wine, flailing round on the ground. Just like a night round the local
ive had this with ants actually. ants everywhere. luckily just DMT so no big deal.
 

luka

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the vibe of a maternity or pediatric ward; high tech, life and death stuff is going on. But they have closets full of teddy bears and the wall paper patterns are all dancing bears and mice in tutus. I have wondered if the wondrous objects offered by the tykes in the DMT encounter, for all their power to stand our world on its head, may be, in that world, no more than plastic geometric shapes strung on a rope and hung over an infant's bassinet for its amusement and to teach it spatial and color coordination. They are no more than toys. But the maternity ward metaphor goes deeper. There is a feeling of arrival, of anxious doctors, and a sense of enormous decompression and relief.
 
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