summer winter spring or fall
love is all, love is all
summer winter spring or fall
love is all, love is all
WXPN Philadelphia.
I like cold cuts.
TakingDrugs
Has anyone tried Salvia D.? It’s pretty great. Best part? It’s intensly psychedlic for about 15 mins and you’re good to go!
I buy mine from Bouncing Bear…
Don’t get anything less than the 20x.
So the DEA has a newsletter called The Microgram.
I think its full of great pictures!
Here is a link to their December newsletter.
I had acquired 10 hits of LSD, and I lived at home with my, gasp! Parents! So, I retreated to the mountains—to be delightfully welcomed by a fresh snow, so white and pure and clean, to which I put all 10 doses on my tongue. Soon enough I was greeted by swirling colors and shifting skies—after all, I was lying on my back making snow angels, who wouldn’t on a day like that? I had gotten lost in the magic-ness of the drug that I forgot to put on my snow boots, gloves, hat, or even a decent coat! About 6 hours into the trip I decided, maybe I should go inside and get warm? So I did…I stoked a fire and took off my shoes and socks. My feet were REALLY cold. My feet were so cold thoughts of frost bite clouded my mind. I began to panic, I began to think thoughts that I probably wouldn’t have if I were in a better state. Now I thought for sure that I had frost bite. Do I call 911? Do they even have 911 in the mountains? Does my cell phone even work? Maybe I should try and call a friend. Then my frost bite started to spread slowly up my legs in a blackish mass. Thoughts like: you only get 1 pair of feet, you idiot! How could you let this happen? You’re such a fucking idiot! Everyone is going to think you’re an idiot!
I retreated to the nearest bathroom where I stripped off all of my clothes and started the bath with very, very hot water. I jumped in and buried my feet underneath the water, hoping I could save my feet and legs. There I noticed I also had frost bite on both my hands! The frost bite was taking over my body and I would die when it reached my heart. I jumped out of the tub and started to run all about the house—in a frantic way. What do I do, what do I do? Eventually I calmed down and decided my fate us unstoppable and that I should just give in to death. Before I go, I thought, I should write ALL of my friends personal letters-the things I never said to them but always wanted to. I sat and wrote and wrote and wrote. All the while I was in the bathtub, half the paper was soaking wet, and wouldn’t even be readable. Eventually I finished writing (illegibly of course) and proceeded to the bedroom, where I would lay down to die. I put on my headphones and listened to Dark Side of the Moon one more time—and died.
I woke up the next morning alive.