Ooooh... I'm jealous. Never seen anything quite so stimulating tripping on "shrooms" back in my younger days. However, I did have an evening long hallucination with all manner of dinosaurs roaming about the movie theatre and the landscape outside afterwards. In retrospect I should have heeded the warnings not to take any hallucinogenics and then view that movie.
For all you kids out there, don't try this at home or you could end up being as wacky as @tardy, @Bro, and @tbg. Always remember, do as we say, not as we do.
After an infinitely long stream of puke, I suppose.
I hate shrooms, especially fresh, even in a tea. Peyote buttons are less nasty. But nothing beat good ol’ LSD, back in the day. It even restored my long burnt-out-by-pizza taste buds during one trip.
But my 20-year old grandson tells me he’s done over 150 acid trips, which I find astounding–if not entirely believable. Still, his first job was in a headshop @ age 16, so who am I to say.
But I also recall my 41-year old daughter’s very first sentence being, “Sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll!” And she looked so cute jumping up and down as she sang it.
In all my times of eating mushrooms - and I have had more than a few journeys with them - I have never puked.
Also, when I have tripped with others, I have almost always been able to talk them out of puking when they think they need to. Not 100% of the time, but probably a good, solid 70% or so. I think it’s expectation bias more than anything.
I hear you on the flavor - it’s an acquired taste, as they say. I acquired it right damn fast . They kind of remind me of stale Funyuns. Personally, I far prefer dried mushrooms to tea.
I haven’t come close to 150 trips in my lifetime, though. Probably about half that or so, with most of those in my teen years and with LSD. But by the end of the 70s, the quality of LSD had dropped considerably, at least in my neck of the woods.
Agreed. Even earlier. As I recall, the original ergot something-something got outlawed in the U.S. and yada yada…
Anyway, yeah, I mostly got over that stuff by the mid-'70s. I won’t bore you with all my stories because all of us did way more than we probably should have. Excess in the name of excess is not excess without excess, agreed?
Reminds me of one of my old dogs that use to eat those things and foam at the mouth for an hour afterwards. She loved her camping as much as she loved toads.
It's not like you can't easily change the image you want to appear on the browser launcher in your dock. I often see a tornado beginning to form every time I stir my tea in the teacup. One day it will likely expand exponentially and destroy the entire neighborhood trailer park as tornado's are so want to do.
Yup, these types of shit storms can be totally unpredictable. Luckily a gathering flock of shitbirds is aoften a precursor to this impending disaster. So definitely keep your eyes in the sky.
. They kind of remind me of stale 
