“All girls love it when you spit on their foreheads.”
Probably the coolest thing about taking LSD is that you can listen to all your favourite music or whatever and when you hear it again sober it’ll put a smile on your face and you’ll remember what it was like to hear it high.
“His breath was so rank—I’m talking demons dancing on his tongue rank.”
LSD is a man-made drug, you will probably never have the same experience again. It’s what makes the drug amazing, albeit dangerous. I looked down and just saw droopy, brown ink. It danced sporadically up and down my forearm. Goofy smiling faces snickered up at me, and I told them to shut up.
The tabs came in a tiny green piece of paper with the acid folded inside. “Enjoy your trip,” my friend smirked.
So a couple of years back, a bunch of top secret files became declassified thanks to the Freedom of Information Act and according to one of these files, the government had secretly converted the Control Center into a CIA research facility shortly after it was officially decommissioned in 1965.
A drug that makes you feel good for no good reason? Seemed like cheating to me.
I haven’t done a lot of different drugs in my lifetime so far, but I have done a “not so healthy” handful.
The moon landing was faked in order to keep women down.
Is anyone more given to slippery, specious rhetoric and empty, treacly platitudes than politicians and the hippie “activists”-slash-entertainers of yore?