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Hi, im angry hippo as many of you may know. Approximately six hours ago i began an acid trip. prior to perhaps the last hour it was very odd, but not trippy. no visuals at all, but i went out to my pool and smoked two joints and then about an hour later... the sights... wow.

I actually just came back to writing this, i had to pause for a bit.

but yes. i had no visuals, just a feeling of being not right for several hours. i then went out to my pool to smoke two joints and at that point i started to feel a bit odder. i vomited just a tad. i then went inside. my brother was speaking with an army recruiter... sargeant butler, i believe. and i was listening upstairs to what they were saying and i started to feel very uncomfortable, very unusual. not just a little unusual. and then i went away into my room to get away from his voice and what he was saying. i looked back at my ceiling and then these complex tribal patterns started moving and changing colors and then im now in like a full blown acid trip. im getting tracers like crazy, im not myself, not at all.

and now im watching alice on the wall. i cant tell if the colors are right or not. they keep changing in the movie.

what they say about gastro-intestinal stuff and acid is true. i cannot stop farting. i am a fart machine. i've eating nothing that would create any sort of excess gas (just hamburgers early today).

well, im going now.

Wow. So cough syrup makes you say "PINK FLOYD IS TEH BESTEST BAND EVER!!!" and LSD make you fart and vomit.

You are the magic that makes the drug culture so compelling.

so much negativity. i dont dig jophiels vibes at all. lefien, however, seems to know whats up. it was very cool whatever you did there. much better vibes coming from lefien.

tell me about My vibes.


I never had internets wehn I did acid.

Right on.

jusT onE questioN foR yoU:
?wheN diD yoU stoP rememberinG

Ya know, with such a wonderful analytical mind that Hippo possesses, you would think that he would do something meaningful. Here's wishing that you either 1) grow up and realize how bad you're fu[i][/i]cking yourself over, or 2) die before you burn out.

Dirty hippy!

'Sides, you weren't around back in the day when Hippo had to have us explain The Wall to him 'cause he didn't "get it".

Frankly, drugs bore me. If you need drugs to be entertaining, then you suffer from a lack of creativity and are likely a very uninteresting individual.

However, not everyone can be born creative or interesting, so knock yourself out, Hippo. At least you're consistent.

When I was 18, I was a pot head. I'll admit to that much. I never abused of it, though. It was just a casual thing that I did here and there, sometimes often, sometimes seldomly.

I used it more for the stress releiver. It didn't "make my problems go away", but helped me relax when I'm really stress and about to burn out. (No pun intended.)

I pretty much stopped since it has too many legal draw backs, honestly. Too much drama behind it. If they legalize it (pot head's dream come true, which will never happen), then maybe I'll go back to it...though I doubt.

I bullpoop you not. I would smoke no less than 3 joints a week. Woke up one morning and said "that's it." Haven't touched it ever since.

Then again, I've always been more mature than my peers.

Who Hippo? He must be 18 by now. But yeah, still young enough to make a few mistakes and experiment a bit before taking life seriously.