Picture i drew on acid

i wish i had the ability to draw my trips like that

 

that shits HOT!

 

beautiful colors and very "vivid" of course, lol. you are a very talented artist.

 

very cool

 

In 1969, I passed out from 3 hits of acid.

Impressive none the less.

 

Its like acid incarnate.

 

I thought thet universe would end if I placed my bag of dirty laundry on the corner of a busy intersection in Corvallis, Oregon and walked across two streets and looked at it diagonally. I did that and the universe didn't end. So I walked back, still wonked on a quarter hit of window pane from the night before, and picked it up. When I walked to the laundry mat there was this real spacey red haired girl looking at me walking along side for a while, it was like out minds were one.
Before that on the way to the intersection I saw this real neat porch nad went up and sat on it for a while and watched the traffic go by, I guess no one was home inside.
The night before I had this urge to walk up a stairway on the inside of an apartment building and the door on the left was wide open and it was pitch black inside. I looked in at the door but didn't go inside, I sure wanted to though. It was like it was meant to be.
It was after that I went back to teh coool house I dropped the pane in and sat around till everyone hit the hay. The living room ceiling domed out. I burned the edge of a daffodil cause I like yellow and black together. I looked at the doorknob on my friends door and it got real big and lower on the door. I thought later people would have to evolve to big handed short people to adapt. I went into the room and woke up my friend because I thought he was having the same dream as I was seeing things awake.........he told me no. Bout mornin lite I baked some brownies with a lot of pot in them. I peed in my pants in the kitchen, it felt orgasmic, that's how I ended up with dirty laundry to end the universe.
Then I sat in the living room waiting for the exact moment for the sun to come up so I could go outside and jump off the porch and fly towards the sun. Didn't happen, got to thinking bout landing on my face after doing a nice swan dive.
Did some other things after they let me off north of Corvallis right when the acid first hit. Picked up a stray cat and it crawled all over me as I was walking without me touching it. Then I thought I'd toss it in front of hte next car that came by out near this air force base in the starlight. I did but missed and it landed behind the car. Just then a Corvallis cop came by the other way and didn't see me do that cause he passed exactly at the same time the car on my side blocked his view. He asked me if I want ed a ride back to Corvallis, I said sure and climbed in the front seat. I didn't tell him I was fryed and looked at his shotgun in the middle on the way back.
Another thing I wasn't to proud of back then, many moons ago, I punched a guy in the stomach back at the home that night, and immediately told him I was sorry. I don't know who he was there, guess I didn't like his looks.
So that was the only acid trip I had my whole life. It ended watching the dryer whirl round and round.................................

 

Ha, man, I took acid for years.. It seemed each year it started getting worse and worse until I took my last trip in the early 90's. It was made illegal in 1967, so that's when all of us started taking it.. It was cool to break the law then.. Apparently it still is. I was 20, and my band was getting ready to play out in the hot San Francisco sun when I, without the knowledge of my band, took my first acid trip. It was pretty crazy.. Lead me to start improvising on my guitar long solo's, then play what we were supposed to until the end of a chorus, then improvise again. Did this a few times before I told my band what I'd been doing. I didn't get my band to start doing it, they chose to do it themselves, but they figured it made me rock more, so they started taking acid. In that year and the year after, we played our concerts on acid or other hallucinogens (peyote). In 1969 though, the acid made me get really hot, and we were playing outside in the hot sun of SF. 3 hits of acid, and about 5 mins after the concert ended I fainted. We quit taking acid during shows after that.

 

meant to write that I think it is hard for anybody to write in detail and calmly about their drug trips until 10 years after........at least......even more so if they are intense.
What I mean about writing in detail is being able to describe visual and hearing a little bit better than 'I was on a trip'.

peace

 

Wow... it looks really intriguing.

And I LIKE the colour scheme!! A lot! (at least two people said the colours were off/weird)

Anyway, keep drawing/painting. And get a better pic of this one!

 

Reminds me of the stuff I drew on acid, nice work

 

yeah I wrote to get a better pic since the start of this post.

 

that is insane I love it

 

that's the trippiest thing i've seen in a long time

 

or a better camera, or a scanner

 

you're not much of a photographer but that is awesome... things like that is one reason why i first tried pot, you think from places in your brain that you never knew you had.... i should get my hands on some stronger stuff.......

 

damn, that's kool as shit, even through al the blurr. but also it seems like too many colors too close togather... its a bit confusing, but great non the less.
I can kinda see the actual image too.

 

super nice pic

 

What the hell is that supposed to mean????