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		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;DOSE:&lt;br&gt; T+ 0:00&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; class=&quot;dosechart-amount&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;3 hits&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-method&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;oral&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-substance&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/chemicals/lsd/&quot;&gt;LSD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-form&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;(liquid)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;  T+ 5:00&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; class=&quot;dosechart-amount&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;6 hits&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-method&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;oral&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-substance&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/chemicals/lsd/&quot;&gt;LSD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-form&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;(liquid)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;  T+ 7:00&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; class=&quot;dosechart-amount&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  joints/cigs&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-method&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;smoked&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-substance&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/plants/tobacco/&quot;&gt;Tobacco - Cigarettes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-form&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;  T+ 12:00&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td width=&quot;90&quot; class=&quot;dosechart-amount&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  bowls&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-method&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;smoked&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-substance&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/plants/cannabis/&quot;&gt;Cannabis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
		 &lt;td class=&quot;dosechart-form&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;!-- Start Body --&gt;
3:00 AM: 3 hits of liquid.
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&lt;br&gt;
Visited a few parties with the normal tripping fun.  Great music spun (progressive house at one place, drum and bass at another).  Failed miserably at playing Magic -- the art on the cards was too enthralling to keep up with the rules.
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&lt;br&gt;
Adventure and exploration around town -- my troop likes to get outside and go...just go -- and of course 6 more hits by 8:00 AM.  Intense visuals.  Trees are no longer trees, but immense fractals bending toward me as I walk.  That wonderful epiphany that I&#x27;ve figured it all out (whatever it is).  General euphoria.
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&lt;br&gt;
10:00 AM: Personal adventures.
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&lt;br&gt;
I like to get some time by myself when I&#x27;m tripping, so I walk home, rather enjoying a few menthol cigs.  Spinning records, playing guitar, etc.  I spend quite a bit of time messing with Rebirth-338, everyone&#x27;s favorite 303/909 emulator.  I definitely suggest my fellow trippers grab a copy and play with all the fun synthy squelchy sounds you can make.  You might not stop until tomorrow.
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&lt;br&gt;
Re-unite with my troop, who had fallen asleep but, of course, woke up tripping.  Lotsa acid.
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3:00 PM: Insanity!
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&lt;br&gt;
Here&#x27;s the good part.  Some might call it a &#x27;bad trip;&#x27; I consider it a &#x27;character-building personal struggle.&#x27;  Unless you end up in jail or dead -- that&#x27;s a &#x27;bad trip.&#x27;  Oh, and hence the title: &#x27;Weed is the Fuse.&#x27;
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&lt;br&gt;
We smoke a few bowls of decent krypto at a friend&#x27;s house.  I have one of those &#x27;did I say that or think that?&#x27; moments.  The moment lasted for about 5 minutes.  Yeah, I said that.  Nothing bad, just association out loud instead of in my head.  I think.
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&lt;br&gt;
I fall into &#x27;the zone.&#x27;
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I start to get paranoid.  Really paranoid.  I need to leave.  I want to go home.  I&#x27;ve never felt this paranoid in my life.  Something&#x27;s wrong.  I run out of my friend&#x27;s house, troop behind me.  
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&lt;br&gt;
All of a sudden I realize that everything I think about the world, reality, and, well, everything, is a huge misconception.  Everything is an illusion -- time, space, even the people I know. Everyone is me and I am everyone.  I suppose those little bits of my brain were testing the mettle of my self-righteous existentialism -- that we all live as behavioral models for each other.  You might call it the Golden Rule.
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&lt;br&gt;
As for the huge misconception, I realized that everyone in the world is nothing but a competing aspect of my own personality.  How I interact with these competing aspects determines my course in life, and determines what role I can have in making the world a better place for our descendants.  But if everyone in the world is actually me, what&#x27;s the fucking point?
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&lt;br&gt;
Because Kirkegaard was right!  While it&#x27;s absurd to consider one&#x27;s self an existentialist and to believe in some dark mysterious creator at the same time, it all hit me.  There is a God, and he&#x27;s testing me right now.  My whole life.  He&#x27;s pummeling my brain with all these stimuli, that I call friends, music, sex, drugs, coffee tables.  Holy shit!  I start noticing Nissans everywhere as I walk through town (I drive a Nissan).  I think about family members who have been addicted to drugs, and I am instantly overwhelmed with guilt regarding my use.  Will my use, however moderate, inspire someone else&#x27;s spiral into addiction and loss of self-control?  It&#x27;s too late to change what I&#x27;ve done in the past.  I realize that I am living my punishment.
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Why do we call it &#x27;tripping?&#x27;  What does that mean?  Of course -- when I get home, I&#x27;m literally going to trip down my steps.  That&#x27;s become the ever-present word, &#x27;trip.&#x27;  I&#x27;m going to die.  Time doesn&#x27;t exist, run forwards, or backwards.  I&#x27;m already dead.  I close my eyes.  I&#x27;m not dead.  I&#x27;m on an operating table.  My mom and little brother are looking down at me.  I try to wake up, but I can&#x27;t.  I&#x27;ve tripped and died.  
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&lt;br&gt;
I open my eyes.  I&#x27;m standing on a street corner, where I was before I closed my eyes.  I&#x27;m still alive.  Awesome.  But I can&#x27;t go home now.  I will trip down the steps.  It&#x27;s beyond my control, it&#x27;s in the stars.  I want to go home, but I can&#x27;t.  Why?
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Now I realize I&#x27;m in hell.  I can&#x27;t go home anymore.  I begin to regard one of my troopers as the not-so-figurative devil-on-my-shoulder, the other as the angel.  Follow the devil to more acid?  Fuck no!  That got me here in the first place.  Just keep walking.
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But I can walk anywhere I want.  I&#x27;d imagine hell to be a place where I have no control over my next move.  Wait, I&#x27;m not in hell.  I&#x27;m on earth.  But why do I still have these paranoid delusions?  Why do I still believe that nothing is real?  Wait!  I&#x27;m not having paranoid delusions anymore!
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&lt;br&gt;
I realize that I&#x27;m God.  And that&#x27;s why it was so easy to believe in the paranoia.  I can do anyhing.  I&#x27;m all-powerful.  No more delusions.
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&lt;br&gt;
Who is everyone else?  They&#x27;re Gods too.
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&lt;br&gt;
The acid is wearing off.  So&#x27;s the collective consciousness.  No longer am I everyone and vice-versa, no longer am I dead, and the clock makes sense again.
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9:00 PM: No more insanity.
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All that was rushing through my little brain for 4 or 5 hours.  Don&#x27;t think I&#x27;d ever been as thoroughly uncomfortable for such a long time.  But it was fun as hell.&lt;!-- End Body --&gt;
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