Vineland / didn't mean to harsh on GR or V

[kelber at mindspring.com]

It can be done legally, but it may not be worth the trouble.  Some years back I was on massive doses of Parnate (an MAO inhibitor).  One day I forgot to take my 13 pills (130 mg).  By nightfall, I was in a hallucinatory state.

I was engulfed by a roll of bubble wrap that kept changing colors (magenta, blue, green). it rolled in first one direction, then, magically, in a perpendicular direction, while slowly ripping me down to my molecular level, from whence I'd be reduced to my atomic level, and finally to pure energy.  I realized that this was the Dharma wheel, turning in on itself, proof of Nietzche's theory of Eternal Recurrence (which was a pretty high state of enlightenment considering it was just a cold-turkey reaction).  At one point, all that was left of me was one hand, and I called out to my husband to touch it to say good-bye.  From his point of view I was merely screaming and raving.  Anyway, it was, like, totally cosmic.  

Laura

-----Original Message-----
>From: Joe Allonby <joeallonby at gmail.com>
>Sent: Mar 5, 2006 12:03 PM
>To: Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com>
>Cc: Brent Dannell <bdannell at gmail.com>, Pynchon Liste <pynchon-l at waste.org>
>Subject: Re: Vineland / didn't mean to harsh on GR or V
>
>In September of 1978, my friends stumbled opun some "Superhero". It was
>obtained from a  man from Springfield MA who claimed that Owsley had stayed
>at his house.  I spent hours wandering around  in the woods of Dennis
>Massachusetts by myself watching trees fuck.
>
>On 3/5/06, Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com> wrote:
>>
>> Oops I lie again, inadvertently - I did do 1/2 a hit of black
>> windowpane in 1975, it turned into one of those trips where you take a
>> long walk alone late at night by the side of the road and think about
>> poetry and mathematics and stave off despair with a disciplined gait
>> and the fragments you've shored against your ruin, and finally make it
>> through to daylight and go back to the place that your roommates are
>> systematically trashing
>>
>> we did somehow even get sugar cubes one time in 1971, must have been a
>> retro chemist somewhere (if it was genuine, I'd call that a pretty
>> good score for a bunch of 16 year olds) and one thing that happened
>> was that the leaves in the trees were singing Peter Green's "Green
>> Manolishi with the 3-pronged Crown"
>> (or was it Peter Brown's "Leafy Manolishi with the Bumblebee Hum"?)
>>
>> but anyway...just had to set the record straight...never was a big
>> doper by any reasonable standard; started slow & tapered off...
>>
>>
>> On 3/2/06, Michael Bailey <michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com> wrote:
>> > On 3/2/06, Brent Dannell <bdannell at gmail.com> wrote:
>> > > A hole in my druglore knowledge, but the significance of white
>> mescaline?
>> > > Is it perhaps synthetic as opposed to a derivation of  peyote--
>> Clockwork
>> > > Orange's synthmesc?
>> >
>> > nothing so deep, it's just a variety that was floating around back in
>> > the 70s in my neck of the woods that was meditative and
>> > thought-provoking
>> >
>> > revealing the shallowness of my dope lore, I never actually had
>> > windowpane (though did get several flavors of microdot over the years,
>> > some blotter, and an awesomely efficacious litte white pill one time
>> > from a bearded guy in the park that he called white lightning -- who
>> > knows what we were buying in those days?)
>> >
>> > nor X - the first I heard of it was in 1985 when I read in the paper
>> > that it had been made a scheduled drug -  Damn, I said, got to keep up
>> > better!  It was legal up till then, like LSD before 1965
>> >
>>
>>
>> --
>> "Acceptance, forgiveness, love - now that's a philosophy of life!"
>> -Woody Allen, as Broadway Danny Rose
>>
>>