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Master of the Motherfucker

Look at all the love we found..

About Me

ippslayouts layouts Don't fuck around with my dog...On April 19, 1943 Dr. Albert Hofmann intentionally ingested 250 µg of LSD, which he hypothesized would be at most a threshold level dose, based on his research on other ergot alkaloids. Surprisingly, the substance showed a potency orders of magnitude above almost any other substance known at the time, amounting to a much heavier dose than typically given in modern therapeutic use. After ingesting the substance Hofmann found himself struggling to speak intelligibly and asked his laboratory assistant, who knew of the self-experiment, to escort him home on his bicycle, since wartime restrictions made automobiles unavailable. On the bicycle ride home, Hofmann's condition became more severe and in his journal he stated that everything in his field of vision wavered and was distorted, as if seen in a curved mirror. Hofmann also stated that while riding on the bicycle, he had the sensation of being stationary, unable to move from where he was, despite the fact that he was moving very rapidly. Once Hofmann arrived home, he summoned a doctor and asked his neighbor for milk, believing it might help relieve the symptoms. Hofmann wrote that despite his delirious and bewildered condition, he was able to choose milk as a nonspecific antidote for poisoning. Upon arriving the attending doctor could find no abnormal physical symptoms other than extremely dilated pupils. After spending several hours terrified that his body had been possessed by a demon, that his next door neighbor was a witch, and that his furniture was threatening him, Dr. Hofmann feared he had become completely insane. In his journal Hofmann said that the doctor saw no reason to prescribe medication and instead sent him to his bed. At this time Hofmann said that the feelings of fear had started to give way to feelings of good fortune and gratitude, and that he was now enjoying the colors and plays of shapes that persisted behind his closed eyes. Hofmann mentions seeing "fantastic images" surging past him, alternating and opening and closing themselves into circles and spirals and finally exploding into colored fountains and then rearranging themselves in a constant flux. Hofmann mentions that during the condition every acoustic perception, such as the sound of a passing automobile, was transformed into optical perceptions. Eventually Hofmann slept and upon awakening the next morning felt refreshed and clearheaded, though somewhat physically tired. He also stated that he had a sensation of well being and renewed life and that his breakfast tasted unusually delicious. Upon walking in his garden he remarked that all of his senses were "vibrating in a condition of highest sensitivity, which then persisted for the entire day".

My Interests

I'd like to meet:


THE FINAL COST OF THE WAR IN IRAQ

Music:

SUBLIME
John Coltrane
The Toasters
Muddy Waters
Peter Tosh
Parliament
Funkadelic
Toots and the Maytals
The Doors
Operation Ivy
BB King
Jimmy Cliff
Tower Of Power
Billie Holiday
Janice Joplin
Duke Ellington
KRS-One
Burning Spear
The Meters
Bunny Wailer
Goldfinger
Curtis Mayfeild
The Ohio Players
Pepper
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Bright Eyes
Black Uhuru
The Casualties
The Notorious B.I.G.(Biggie Smalls, Big Poppa, Frank White)
The Skatalites
Leftover Crack
Stevie Ray Vaughn
Wailing Souls
Big Youth
Sly and Robbie
Miles Davis
Jimi Hendrix
Tupac
Third World
Sly and the Family Stone
more more more more more more....

Movies:

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas The Trip Grind The Crow Jackass the Movie Jackass Number Two Girl Inturrupted Cheech and Chong: Up in Smoke Half baked Knocked Up

Television:

"Me and Louie, we're gonna run to the party and dance 'till the rhythm it gets harder..."



"Someday I'm gonna lose the war..."

Books:

R.I.P DJ 11.2.07

Heroes:

corrupt politicians, we're on a mission
a declaration of your abolition
your petty laws and plans for absolute power
will rot out from beneath your feet, you're fuckin' sour.
as you lock up and destroy all our family and friends,
your head'll be on the chopping block before we end.
so put up your nose and wave off your hand!
cause your grisly torture and death is being planned


My Blog

Honestly, I cried.

Rolling Stone - December 25, 1997 By Mark Kemp     The story of Sublime is full of sad, strange twists, but this is perhaps the strangest: Since frontman Brad Nowell overdosed before his ba...
Posted by Master of the Motherfucker on Tue, 02 Sep 2008 09:25:00 PST

the world hates me, so fuck you...

fuck fuck fuck PA in the ass. life just keeps getting shittier. The Aftertastes are dead as ben says. fuck fuck fuck fuck. and i suppose that some people tha i thought were my friends...really must no...
Posted by Master of the Motherfucker on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 10:43:00 PST