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Excerpt from Go Ask Alice


This is an excerpt from the book 'Go Ask Alice' by anonymous. A true story written back in the 70's, it's the diary of a teenaged girl named Alice who's first drug experience is an acid spiked soda among a bunch of almost strangers (spiked without her knowledge so she doesn't know what's happening to her) and the following is her personal recount of the trip and I think it's marvellous! Her journey into drugs deepens from here and I fully 100% recommend this book to everyone!


"Suddenly I began to feel something strange inside myself like a storm. I remember that two or three records had played since we had had the drinks, and now everyone was beginning to look at me. The palms of my hands were sweating and I could feel droplets of moisture on my scalp at the back of my neck. The room seemed unusually quiet, and as Jill got up to close the window shades completely I thought, 'They're trying to poison me! Why, why would they try to poison me?'

My whole body was tense at every muscle and a feeling of weird apprehnsion swept over me, strangled me, suffocated me. When I opened my eyes, I realised that it was just Bill who had put his arm around my shoulder. 'Lucky you,' he was saying in a slow-motioned record on the wrong speed voice, 'but don't worry, I'll baby-sit you. This will be a good trip. Come on, relax, enjoy it, enjoy it'. he caressed my face and neck tenderly, and said 'Honestly, I won't let anything bad happen to you.' Suddenly he seemed to be repeating himself over and over like a slow-motioned echo changer. I started laughing, wildly, hysterically. It struck me as the funniest, most absurd thing I had ever heard. Then I noticed the strange shifting patterns on the ceiling. Bill pulled me down and my head rested in his lap as I watched the pattern change to swirling colors, great fields of reds, blues and yellows. I tried to share the beauty with the others, but my words came out soggy, wet and dripping or tasting of color. I pulled myself up and began walking, feeling a slight chill which crept inside as well as outside my body. I wanted to tell Bill, but all I could do was laugh.

Soon whole trains of thought started to appear between each word. I had found the perfect and true and original language, used by Adam and Eve, but when I tried to explain, the words I used had little to do with my thinking. I was losing it, it was slipping out of my grasp, this wonderful and priceless and true thing which must be saved for posterity. I felt terrible, and finally I couldn't talk at all and slumped back onto the floor, closed my eyes and the music began to absorb me physically. I could smell it and touch it and fel it was well as hear it. Never had anything ever been so beautiful. I was a part of every single instrument, literally a part. Each note had a character, shape and color all its very own and seemed to be entirely seperate from the rest of the score so that I could consider its next note sounded. My mind posessed the wisdoms of the ages, and there were no words adequate to describe them.

I looked at a magazine on the table, and I could see it in 100 dimensions. It was so beautiful I could not stand the sight of it and closed my eyes. Immediately I was floating into another sphere, another world, another state. Things rushed away from me and at me, taking my breath away like a drop in a fast elevator. I couldn't tell what was real and what was unreal. Was I the table or the book or the music, or was I part of all of them, but it didn't really matter, for whatever I was, I was wonderful. For the first time that I could remember in my whole life, I was completely uninhibited. I was dancing before the whold group, performing, showing off, and enjoying every second of it.

My senses were so up that I could hear someone breathing in the house next door and I could smell someone miles away making orange and red and green ribbed Jell-o.

After what seemed eternities I began to come down......."


Talk about a fucking cooooool ass trip hey?? hehehe. If you'd like to hear more then get the book out or buy it or steal it because it's well worth reading and owningmail me

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