I don't have a place inside my head to go when I trip balls. I'm too busy being fascinated by watching the trees burn with green fire and seeing the surfaces of everything flow like water. I'm definitely a day tripper. I've found that when I zone out at a blank surface I can sort of see tribal patterns bending around and changing and when I really get fucked up the room fills with bubbles with the same patterns on them. I've taken heroic doses of liquid/paper acid and some other exotic synthetic substances that make acid look like vitamin C. When I was doing it it was almost like a journey I was on trying to find something within myself or something. Didn't find anything, but fuck I ate and drank a lot of LSD. It's been over two years since my last hit of acid, (New years 2007) and I don't have any long term side effects.
I have always wanted to go to china. Once a year a preforming act of Shaolin Monks from Shanghai tour my country. About 4 years ago when they came to my town me and two friends were out clubbing. These three young(18-20yo), wide eyed (lol) Asians cam and sat down in the booth next to us and one of my friends started talking to them and found out that they were preforming monks. Only one of them could speak English but they could all drink like fish and smoked more cigarettes than me. We were all on xtc by the end of the night and had a fucking mad time. When we said goodbye to them at 6 am they gave us their details to come and visit them and stay at their temple. In the act of shaking our hands they rolled off their prayer beads on to our wrists. You should have seen those little fuckers doing Kung Fu under strobes on the podiums around the dance floors.