Saturday, March 22, 2014

Acid City

I did acid for the first time when I was 16 or 17 and it took 3 days for my feet to touch earth again.  The only way I can explain it is that the experience opened new doors in my mind-spaces to explore and spaces that I didn't know existed.  And maybe they hadn't existed, maybe they were grown like crystals in a petri dish the moment I ate the acid-soaked tab.  

And it was a bad trip as was every one after that.  But I kept trying to conquer the drug experience, fighting it but it never improved.  It's like if you're stuck in quicksand, I'm told you should remain still, that fighting will only pull you deeper.  Well, deeper I went.

So I spent a good few years building rooms in my mind; building corridors, doorways, and entire buildings that made no sense in respect to one another.  Moving from one space to the next was impossible or at the very least constituted a convoluted and exhausting hike.  The experiences accomplished nothing more than filling my teenage years with an arsenal of weird shit-weird people, weird places, weird situations.  For good or bad the needle on this record left a permanent groove because twenty plus years later the rooms still remain.

 Banana

 Blueberry

 Bubblegum

 Orange

 Sour Apple

 Grape

 95 Flavored Houses

105 Blue-flavored Houses

1 comment:

  1. pal, this is me, your pal. are these amazing flavored house for sale? and also, is the bubblegum place available for rent? i'd like to move in for the summer. i'm assuming it has beach access.

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