Oooh drug stories, fun. I really really want to do acid, but where I live you can't get it for love nor money, which is a bugger. I love mushrooms, and went through a phase when they were legal of eating them all weekend, and watch movies, which was awesome. I have a list as long as my arm of trippy enjoyable movies. What I enjoyed most was particularly OTT action and sci-fi films. I watched the Matrix Reloaded (yes, I know..), and it was awesome, all big explosions and effects that make you lose all sense of reality.
Particularly fun (I preface this by saying I realise how... stereotypically head-y this is of me, but whatthefuck, it was fun) was synching up movies and music. I called it 'God' one night, the way the TV/playstation and stereo would sync, it was great fun. Anyway, try mixing tracks 3 and 4 of the Mars Volta's Deloused... album with the Animatrix short The Second Rennaissance part 2. Seriously, it works a treat when you're tripping your tits off, especially near the start, when you're all rushy and hysterical. There's one bit where an atomic bomb goes off on screen at the exact same time as a massive shift in tempo/octave in the music. I thought my heart would pound out of my chest, and my eyes watered uncontrollably. It were awesome.
Other great tripping films are Lord of the Rings (obviously), Fear and Loathing (of course), Donnie Darko (hey, I said we're stereotypes), Kung Fu Hustle, Spiderman (swiiiiing!), Shrek 2 (the details, it's all in the details), and many other's I can't remember, thanks to having no memory.
However, ideas can be lethal. If they don't kill you, you could well be maimed or psychologically... altered, for a long time. My one bad trip (in at least 40 in one year) was when, after watching a particularly busy King-Fu movie that spun me out, I tried watching the news, as to get a grip on subjective-reality. Here's a tip - don't do that. It's scary, grim authoritaian confusing evil nastiness. I turned some music on and laid back, and became lost in the old proverb about the man who dreamt he was a butterfly, or was he the butterfly dreaming about being a man? That threw me for a loop and confused me lots, and the next thing I knew, I could see all of my life stretching ahead of me, but only the negatives - the losses, the uncertainties, the hellish certainties of working for the rest of your life, and the fact that as a whole, and entity, society was against me and my friends for doing the things we were doing right then, which was getting fucked on a smorgasboard of classes and powders and liquids. I think it was a really skewed paranoia trip, but it's stuck with me ever since, that feeling of horrible inevitablity of a) getting old and b) getting caught.
That aid, this was only once, and most of the time I'm a happy space-cadet. Give me some acid. =) |
